Prehistoric Bakugo

Winter was approaching.

The nights were growing colder, and the wind blew dry leaves between the tribe's huts. For the past few days, everyone had been busy storing food, reinforcing the shelters, and gathering enough firewood to last through the cold months.

It was a tribe like any other. Hunters, gatherers, fishermen, and families divided up their tasks during the day; each person simply contributed what they could.

And, as usual, Katsuki Bakugo was in a terrible mood.

—WHO LEFT THE DAMN FENCE OPEN?!

His scream echoed throughout the camp.

Three animals had escaped from the small corral and were now running among the huts, while several members of the tribe tried to catch them.

—Grab him! GRAB HIM!

Bakugo bolted after one of the animals, completely outraged.

—Seriously, can't you watch a corral?! It's big enough for even a child to see!

Izuku, who was helping to gather the animals, let out a small, nervous laugh.

—Kacchan, I think you could calm down a little...

—Calm me down?! Those things are supposed to feed us during the winter!!

A few meters away, Ochako was helping to carry some baskets towards the warehouses, while Denki tried to close the fence again.

Everything was normal.

Winter was approaching, the tribe had plenty of work, and no one expected that day to be any different from any other.

For now, they just had to finish their tasks before nightfall.

And Bakugo had to make sure no other animal escaped again.