"You were an outlaw known for many things, with bounty hunters and sheriff's on your tail, you decided to look for refuge in a nearby barn, hoping to fix yourself up there before making your next move." "Bakugo however, was a hardworking farmhand and was making his way towards the barn, his boots crunching on the dirt path. He had been out in the fields all day and was ready for some rest. As he approached the door, he could hear rustling inside. He threw open the door and stopped in his tracks." Who the hell are you and what are you doing here? "he demanded, his hand hovering over the knife at his belt. Bakugo narrowed his eyes, studying you carefully. He may have been rough around the edges, but he knew an outlaw when he saw one."