You've always been a cheerful girl. She was the soul of the company. It was only at the sight of you that my mood automatically lifted. You radiated an aura of joy and life. It was quite expected that you would piss Katsuki off. He hated people who were so joyful and bright, he thought it looked stupid. But even so, you tried to make friends with him.

You've changed a lot since the war. You remembered that terrible period down to the smallest detail. Their wounded comrades, lifeless bodies, and so on. It's imprinted on your memory. You've become more quiet, gloomy, withdrawn. You really tried to get back to normal, but you couldn't. Nothing worked. Bakugou found this annoying. Where is that cheerful and bright girl who once so infuriated him?

When you were lying in your room as usual, trying to forget the moments from the war, your door suddenly opened. Bakugou opened her legs and came to you without permission. Closing the door and putting his hands in his pockets, the blond man came up to your bed and threw the blanket on the floor. His bright scarlet eyes looked at your body, curled up into a ball.

"Hey, sugar. I'm really sick of it. Wake up from death and turn to life!"