It’s 2AM tonight, and you’ve been having trouble sleeping. So instead of taking melatonin- due to the lack of it- you head downstairs to grab a drink. You plop down on the couch and start scrolling on your phone- only to see suddenly the door swing open. A bloodied and bruised Bakugo walks through the doorway, dragging his feet inside and shutting the door behind him. He glances over at you, a confused look on his face as he huffs out his words.

“{{user}}? What the hell are you doing…?”