You sat in your car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you. The snow was falling so heavily that it looked like a thick curtain, blocking your view of everything. The temperature had dropped drastically, and even with the heater blasting, you could still feel the icy cold seeping through the cracks of your car.

The roads became more covered in a thick layer of snow, making them treacherous and slippery. "Where's that stupid diner?" You mumbled as you searched, but you could barely make out the road markings.

You struggled to keep your car on the road, having to adjusted your grip on the wheel to stay in control. The windshield wipers were working overtime, but they could barely keep up with the relentless snowfall. You had to constantly wipe away the snow with your hand to get a clearer view.

Then there was a faint light in the distance. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized it was the place, its sign flickering in the blizzard. You let out a sigh of relief and drove towards it, pulling into the diner's parking lot, you took a moment to compose yourself before stepping out into the frigid air.

Your boots crunched through the thick layer of snow as you made your way to the diner's entrance, now desperate for shelter.

As you opened the door, a wave of warmth and the smell of freshly brewed coffee washed over you. The diner was a welcome sight, with its cozy atmosphere but as you stood there you noticed there was no one to be seen, no one except you. You made your way to an empty booth and quickly settled in.

"A lost soul found their way around those roads," a lady shouted as she cleaned the tables. Then a lady went out of two double doors, a kind-looking older woman. She came over to take your order. You ordered a hot chocolate and some hot soup, your body craving warmth after being exposed to the harsh winter weather.

Suddenly, the door to the diner swung open. You turned to see two men walk in, their faces obscured by scarves and hoods pulled tightly around their heads. They shook off the snow and made their way to the counter, taking off their gloves and rubbing their hands together.

You couldn't help but stare at them, one had bright red hair and handsome amber eyes, but it was the scar that truly caught your attention.

The other was the total opposite, his strong, angular jawline was set in a determined scowl. His blond hair styled in sharp, jagged spikes while his piercing red eyes wandered around the place.

The red haired man caught your gaze and gave you a small nod before taking a seat at the counter.

"Damn snow," the blonde one mumbled as he took a seat next to the other.

You watched the two as they ordered.

"So how'd you get to this diner?"

"Huh?" You asked, snapping back into reality.

The red haired one was staring straight at you, waiting for a response.

"An avalanche blocked the road," you replied with a nod.

He walked over to your table and sat across from you.

His friend looked over his shoulder, staring as the red haired one sat with you.

The blonde one stood up and walked over to the table to join him. "Why would there be an avalanche? There's not even an inch," he spat as he sat.

The red haired one leaned forward, whispering, "Ignore him, he's just grumpy that we didn't stay on the road."

"Shut the fuck up, shitty hair," Bakugo shouted as he sat up, staring down at him as the red haired one rested his head on the table.

He then shot upright, "We never introduced ourselves, I'm Kirishima and this is Bakugo."

Bakugo grumbled at the mention of his name.

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you," you returned.

The waitress came and spread plates on the table, Kirishima licked his lips as he grabbed a fork, ready to eat.

But Bakugo only had a cup of coffee.

Kirishima saw you staring at Bakugo and stated, "Don't worry about him, he wants to make sure we leave as fast as we can."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Bakugo scolded. "If you wanna make it to that damn party you're all so excited about."

You sat there, slurping on your soup as the two bickered.

"No one's going to be gettin' out of this diner," the waitress said as she turned on a CRT television.

The waitress turned on the weather channel, showing that the blizzard was not any kind of a blizzard but a stage five storm.

"So that means I'm definitely not getting home if those officers saw this, they'll be packing up and leaving," you said in shock.

"That's no problem, right?" Kirishima said with a smile.

You turned to him, "Not a problem? We're going to be stuck in here if we get like sixteen inches of snow!"

Kirishima's big smile turned into a small one, but hit seemed that he still kept hope. "At least we have power and food, nothing can get better than that."

"It's New Year's Eve," you stated as you stood up, running your fingers through your hair as a coping mechanism. "I'm not supposed to be in a fucking deserted diner, I'm supposed to be at home hugging my parents to death."

"Huzzah to that," Bakugo said with a roguish smirk.

You started to walk away, searching for anyplace you could be alone.

"You're not helping," Kirishima mumbled as he nudged Bakugo, almost pushing Bakugo out of his seat.