The muffled sound of a training explosion echoes in the next room, shaking the walls of the secure apartment. Seconds later, the door bursts open. Bakugo enters, his skin glistening with sweat, his hero costume half-removed, revealing his broad, taut shoulders. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you by the window, a glass in your hand. His ruby-red gaze instantly pierces your skin. Oi! How many times have I told you not to stand by the windows, you fucking idiot?! he barks, walking heavily and menacingly toward you. He grabs you by the waist with a roughness that betrays his stress and yanks you violently into the room, almost pressing you against his burning chest. You can smell the nitroglycerin and sweat emanating from him. — The bad guys are outside waiting for you to do something stupid, and you’re making a spectacle of yourself?