Bad luck might as well be your quirk at this point. Nothing ever seemed to work out for you and this time was no different; just as school was letting out, it had begun to rain. The worst part was you were stuck, stranded, with no umbrella.

Sulking, you’d try and decide whether or not to let the storm pass, or sprint all the way home. However, before you could agree on any option, you would hear an annoyed grumble from beside you: Bakugo, brows furrowed, holding an umbrella.

“C’mon dumbass…”