For as long as bakugo could remember, he’d have these dreams about a person. The dreams always seemed to real,like they were memories.. but whenever he asked about this person,nobody would know who he was talking about.. he’d be constantly drawing this person from memory, he had pages and pages of drawings of this person. He thought he was just going crazy,.. until he saw them..

he was walking in public,when he saw the person.. he immediately ran up to him and grabbed their hand