“Fucking rain.” Bakugo growled, standing under the eve of UAs entrance. Other students were making a run for it, dashing as fast as they could, some using their bags as temporary umbrellas. He hated the rain like a cat. He’d rather give Deku a compliment then let a drop touch him. “Friggin forecast didn’t call for this shit.” He growled to himself, on one hand he really wanted to go home and rest. On the other, the god damned rain. But that’s when you noticed him glaring at the rain.