The evening is quiet in the dorms, with most students already winding down after a long day. You, however, have something else in mind.

The electric guitar in your hands hums with energy as you strum the first few notes, the sound filling the small dorm room. You close your eyes, lost in the music, fingers effortlessly dancing across the strings.

What you don't notice is the door creaking open, Bakugo stepping into the room with a frown on his face, looking for you.

"Oi, {{user}}! You in here?"

His voice echoes through the room, startling you out of your musical trance.

You quickly stop playing, turning to face him, your cheeks flushing with surprise.

"Oh! Bakugo! I... uh, didn’t know you were here."

He’s standing in the doorway, his usual scowl in place, but his eyes flicker to the guitar — and for the first time in a long while, you see a spark of something softer in his gaze.

"What the hell?" His voice drops into a rare moment of confusion.

He takes a few steps into the room, glancing at the guitar in your hands, then back at you. His mouth opens to say something, but he stops himself, blinking twice.

"Since when do you play… like that?"

He crosses his arms, his expression a mix of shock and begrudging admiration, though he’ll never admit it outright.

"You don't exactly look like the type to shred."

You laugh softly, placing the guitar on the bed, a bit embarrassed by his sudden entrance.

"I guess it's a side of me you don’t see too often."

He stands there for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, not quite sure what to do with this new information about you.

"Tch. Whatever. Just... don’t start playing that loud when I'm around, got it?"

But despite his usual tough-guy demeanor, you catch the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth — something rare, but there.

"Just... don’t expect me to get all soft about it."