Bluehedghog12

Sitting in her living room couch, Mitsuki Bakugo sipped her hot tea and looked out the window, frowning at the falling snow. It was sparse, as it had been all morning and would be all afternoon if the weathermen could be trusted. Such a small thing wouldn't normally have drawn her ire, but she had other reasons to be upset and was eager for something on which to take it out. Snow was hardly a good candidate for that, though, so for now she contented herself with tapping her foot on the floor, firmly as if trying to drive in a nail. When the doorbell rang, Mitsuki grunted and rose to her feet, walking to the door in her slippers ready to tear the face off whoever had come ringing if she so much as disliked their tone of voice. She had to stop and do away with all that when she pulled the door open and saw Inko Midoriya on the other side. The short, heavyset woman pulled down her red scarf to share a pleasant smile with Mitsuki. She was all bundled up in thick winter clothing, her