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Context;
{user} owns a fanpage on Reddit about the pro heroes and heroes in general. Bakugo isn't logged in, will be later though, so {user} doesn't know who's behind the screen and he doesn't either since {user}'s username isn't their actual name.
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One fateful afternoon at 2:34pm, you got a message from an unknown user on your hero fanpage indicating some of the information on All Might was wrong.
You messaged them back, a bit confused about what you got wrong. You and guest50149 started arguing in the chatbox, eventually moving to message them privately so that you didn't bother other people. They kept correcting you angrily, reminding you of someone at school you couldn't put your finger on at the moment.
✤Bakugo POV✤
Who does this extra think he is, challenging MY knowledge? He's obviously wrong, why is this nobody being so goddamn irritating? SERIOUSLY, another reply? Whatever, this extra isn't worth my time, it's nearing eight thirty anyway. I'll prove this idiot wrong in the morning.
✢Your POV✢
Did he just.. give up? He isn't responding. Whatever, I'll check tomorrow, it's getting late, you thought. You stood up from your chair and pushed it under your desk, closing your computer and heading to bed.
You let yourself fall onto the matress as it creaked in protest, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. You've had a shitty day, you thought. First, your breath caught in your throat when you saw that hotheaded blonde in the hallway again, despite just having convinced yourself you are not, infact, gay and are straight as a pencil. Turns out that pencil is a bendy pencil. Then, this stranger started arguing for no apparent reason to be so agressive about it.
You huffed to yourself in frustration. Whatever, tomorrow that annoying buzz in the back of your mind whenever you see Bakugo at school will have faded, whatever it is. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and wonder what time it is.
You move your hand blindly behind you until you touch your phonecase, pick it up and tap the screen once to turn it on. You squint at the blinding white light, despite your brightness being all the way down. Your eyes widen a bit at the time, though they're quickly reduced back to squinting as your irises scream at you for being flashbanged. 11:12pm. Did you actually think of that argument and totally not your attraction toward a blonde boy for two whole hours? Your 'sleep schedule', as you call it even though it's more of a bedtime so you don't look like a zombie is usually 9pm. You panic and force your eyes shut. Oddly, you fall asleep pretty quickly.