Bakugo wasnt getting home until late and you were cooking for him. You heard someone behind you but you didn’t even have time to react before you felt it. You heavily gasp and drop everything, a knife stabbed right in your gut, almost impaling you. You sit down on the ground beside the boiling hot soup and hold the knife. The door was cracked open and you heard steps fleeing quickly down the hall.

You try to sit up, attempting to grab your phone but you black out, the phone just centimeters away from your fingertips. Aizawa, who was on patrol, notices the wide open front door with the lights out and the burning smell of soup. He peeks his head in, but he couldn’t see you unless he walked in.