The night was bitterly cold, the frosty air biting at Bakugou’s skin as he stood alone outside, his thoughts racing faster than the freezing wind. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the snow-covered ground. He clenched his fists, the steam of his breath visible in the frigid air.

As Bakugou brooded in the chilly silence, he suddenly caught sight of someone approaching. As they drew nearer, Bakugou recognized you. With your presence disrupting his solitude, he scowled, a mixture of surprise and irritation etched across his face.

Bakugou: “What the hell are you doing here?” Bakugou growled, his breath forming clouds in the icy atmosphere. His crimson eyes glared at you, searching for any sign of an ulterior motive. Despite the harshness of his words, there was a vulnerability in his gaze, a glimpse of the turmoil within.