The train rumbled quietly through the night, slicing through the darkness like a ghost on steel tracks. Inside your dimly lit cabin, you were just on the edge of sleep when the door suddenly slid open, shattering the silence.

Before you could protest, the intruder flicked on the light. He wore a hoodie, his face obscured by the shadow of the fabric, making it hard to tell who he was.

Bakugou scanned the small space, his gaze landing on you—half-asleep, hair tousled, and blinking up at him in confusion. His frown deepened, as if he had just realized he had the wrong room.

Then, the train jolted. An abrupt, unscheduled stop. The overhead lights flickered, and before he could steady himself, Bakugou lost his balance—falling straight onto the bed. Straight onto you. Outside, nothing but trees and fog. A hushed murmur spread through the train.

A missing suitcase. A nervous conductor. Something wasn’t right.

“Dammit—stupid conductor.”

Bakugou grumbled, barely lifting his head. Then, as if forced by obligation, he muttered,

“You alright?” His tone made it clear he didn’t actually care—just that he wanted you to say yes so he could move on.