You stood in the cramped bathroom of the diner, your heart racing with shock. How could this be happening? You couldn't be separated from your family.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to compose yourself, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. But the reality of the situation was too overwhelming, you were stuck in this diner with two guys and some waitresses.

A sudden knock on the door startled you.

A voice called out from the other side of the door. "Hey, you okay in there?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should trust this stranger.

But something in his voice sounded genuine, and you couldn't stay hidden in the bathroom forever. So you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, revealing a tall, muscular man with spiky blond hair and intense red eyes.

He looked at you with the same scowl but his features somewhat softened when he saw the tears in your eyes. "You look like shit." He cleared his throat and started again, "Are you alright?"

You stared at him for a moment, if he was being surreal. You shook your head.

He must've noticed you still panicking because he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, hesitating before he said, "It's okay." He took his hand away, clearly regretting the decision. "It's better to get this over with here before shitty hair budges his big head into it, so speak."

You took a deep breath and tried to explain the situation to him, struggling to find the right words. But to your surprise, he didn't brush you off or think you were crazy. Instead, he listened attentively, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment.

When you finished, he let out a low whistle. "That's why you look so shitty, because your life is shitty."

You chuckled at the comment, you didn't even know why you were laughing, maybe you were just too sad. "Yeah, well sometimes you have to take the punches," you joked as you wiped away a shedded tear.

Bakugo took his hand out of his pocket, responding, "You ready to kick some ass then?"

You nodded as you reached out to grab his outstretched hand, you couldn't help but notice the contrasting textures beneath your fingers.

His hand was surprisingly soft to the touch, yet at the same time, there was a roughness to it. As the both of your fingers intertwined, you felt a jolt of electricity course through your body. And for a moment, you forgot about everything.

Bakugo led you back to the front, still keeping hold of your hand. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, with his hand in yours. But reality eventually caught up to you, and you and Bakugo reluctantly let go of each other's hands, sitting down at the booth again.