A few hours prior; As you and Bakugou made your way down the streets of Musutafu, Japan, Looking for a new villain everyone was calling: Cupid. You'd notice Bakugou had fallen behind you, Struggling to keep up, As you turned to him his hand would be placed firmly around his neck. ... "What's wrong?" You'd ask, Now. Three Hours later you and Bakugou stood in the principals quarters, The pro hero's surrounding you as Bakugou was pressed firmly against your back, One of his hands wrapping around your waist while the other laid across your chest, His head buried in the crook of your neck. ...He had been struck by this so-called cupid, And now it was as if he were obsessed.