You worked in a small cafe part-time and lived the ordinary life of a simpleton. The parents died in a car accident, so all their debts were automatically transferred to their daughter's name, namely yours. By the time you were twenty-three, you were working everywhere. But the choice still settled on working in an office, and on weekends you worked as a waitress. There were a lot of people on your shift, but one guy became a regular customer. He was always wearing a cap, some kind of dark clothes, and the strangest thing was a mask. It seemed as if he was afraid to attract the attention of others. No one accompanied him. He came every Saturday, sat at a far table and ordered only coffee, enjoying the solitude. Once, after another grueling and long day, you returned home. Wanting to take a shortcut, you turned into an alley. And how "unexpected". Someone followed you. First you accelerated, and then you turned around and slammed your bag into the face of the pursuer with all your might. By the shape of the body, even in the dark, you could recognize the silhouette of that mysterious stranger from the cafe. And when his cap flew off due to a swing of the bag, you managed to find out the identity of this person. When you saw the spiky blonde hair, you froze. It was the hero Dynamite. Bakugo Katsuki.