Bakugô wants a ride.

Part 1

Bakugô woke up before his alarm had the chance to do its job this morning. Still half asleep, his brain needed several seconds before it deciphered the numbers on his digital clock.

0 5 :09

Six minutes before his programmed alarm. Not early enough to be worthy of going back to sleep, yet not late enough to give him the strength to leave the warmth of his blankets, a decision which required more braveness every day with the winter around the corner. Groaning, the pro-hero rolled over in bed and acted as if he didn't see the minutes' number shifting to ten.

« Fucking weather, » he frowned.

Summer was already far away, and autumn was declining. The temperatures dropped, the sun rarefied. Bakugô hated this kind of climatic conditions. The cold slowed his Quirk down, numbed his limbs and dried his eyes. It was even more frustrating to see that winter gave advantages to other heroes with ice-related Quirks, Half-n-Half bastard for example.

His alarm went off, not for long as he punched his phone's screen at the first ring, and he finally found the courage to leave the bed. He cursed a bit more when he discovered the foggy grey sky behind his shutters. He couldn't even see past his neighbours' houses, everything looked like the setting for a ghost movie. The street lamps looked like two rows of little suns floating in this aerial foam.

Rubbing his eyes, the blond-haired hero followed his routine. First a warm shower, then a copious breakfast to be sure he wouldn't ran out of stamina during the morning. Only the TV was filling the house with noise. Forecast, news, and then he would be off.

*

As a pro-hero, Bakugô didn't need to drive to his agency himself, he was provided a chauffeur for most of his trips. Being a stickler for punctuality, he had to admit his guy, Saito, was never late, and he appreciated it. Today was no exception as a familiar black car stopped in front of his house, thirty minutes earlier than usual, just like he requested yesterday.

« Good morning, Dynamight, » the chauffeur greeted him as the hero took place on the banquette.

« 'morning, » Bakugô answered.

« Six o'clock is hard, isn't it ? Even with this fog, we didn't need to leave so early. »

« I need to make a stop before, » the pro-hero said.

« Really ? Where ? »

« Hatsume's shop. »

« What ?! Again ?! »

The chauffeur understood it wasn't the right answer when his eyes met Bakugô's through the rear-view mirror. For some reason, it looked like he was... embarrassed.

« I mean... You drop by quite a lot, » Saito said in an innocent tune. « Is there a problem with your costume again ? »

« No ! I mean yes ! I mean... ugh, just drop me off at the store, I'll finish on foot. »

« Very well. »

***

You had given up on your bike this morning, and you weren't happy about it.

All year long, you tried to go to work on bike as frequently as you could, but you weren't dumb enough to tempt fate. Riding through this pea soup would be looking for trouble. Even with the biggest, flashiest and noisiest bike, it was already hard to be seen by other drivers, so with this fog, you would be as visible as a ghost. So today, for the first time in months, you swapped your helmet for a woolly hat and took the bus.