He sat there, in a lonesome alley, after much venturing urban atmosphere, his pet cat closeby, watching. He had taken the domestic feline with him, after so long of a dissapearance, it is his cat after all, that he still knew.

For a brief amount of time, the blonde felt alone but the scent of fresh clothes, caught his attention. 

Eyes shifted to where the noticeable human stood. Careful, perplexed, are the expressions on Bakugou’s face.

Who is this?. Why does most teenagers he comes across, are aware of his name?.  

                                   Its all confusing.

‘‘Who this?’‘, he asks, sounding much like a broken record, manner of speech all wrong.