Hey guys! I'm a shitty person and a hypocrite and haven't updated my stories in foreverrrr. I'm going to try to update more regularly, but no promises! I just haven't had the motivation, you know? Anyway, I've fallen in love with Bakugou and Midoriya knowing stuff about each other that the other classmates aren't aware of, and it makes them confused. Does that make sense? Yeah, I've decided that makes sense. I'm also a sucker for protective Bakugou, so get ready for that my peoples. As always, remember you can request anything you want (as long as it involves characters in the show and not an OC of yours or anything. Remember guys, this is for everyone, not just you!) Anyway, enjoy!

This is based on the anime, not the manga.

Disclaimer: If I owned the freaking show, I would be making this stuff happen and not be writing fanfiction about it.

Summary: Deku's dad is a notorious villain who abused him after finding out he was quirkless, a fact only known by himself and his childhood friend. What happens when they meet again?

It was an ordinary afternoon in the dorms of 1-A. Most of the class had settled into the Common Room per usual, exchanging words of encouragement and much-needed laughs after a particularly hard day of training and a test that Kaminari had been telling everyone he was sure he failed. A few students went to their respective rooms to do who knows what, but inevitably they were soon drawn back to where the bulk of their class had settled down. Except for Mineta, but no one minded because the perverted little shit wasn't the class's favorite person.

Everything was as it had always been every other day Midoriya had attended UA. He was happy, surrounded by smiling friends, laughter, and smiles so bright and genuine they could hurt someone's eyes if they stared directly at them. Midoriya scanned the room with soft eyes, his green orbs trailing over each one of his present classmates, a ghost of a smile creeping up onto his face. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

At alarming speeds, Iida came rushing down the hallway that connected the living room to the stairwell, which led to all of the student's separate quarters. "EVERYONE!" Iida's voice echoed throughout the room, commanding everyone's attention. Sure enough, all chatter died away as all heads turned to look at their panting class president. He furrowed his brow in a distressed look which made some of his classmate's frown. "Turn on the news." No one moved. Iida cleared his throat and pursed his lips in annoyance, an expression that his classmates were all too familiar with. "Now."

Yaoyorozu, always eager to help, gently moved Kaminari's feet off the coffee table before reaching over where he had previously been to pick up the remote. At the press of a button, the screen immediately jumped to life to show a reporter in a brown pantsuit clearing her throat. Based on her wide eyes and obvious fidgeting, it was clear she was about to report something big. A few students shot Iida a quizzical look before turning their attention to the scene in front of them. Everything stayed quite.

"Today, at approximately 1:16, the infamous villain who goes by the name of Hellfire escaped from Supermax Prison."

Silence. And then...

"WHAT?!"

Eighteen heads whipped around to stare in surprise at a furious Bakugou, who was, quite literally, literally smoking. Sparks flew from his hands dangerously, his fingers twitching in a way that could only be described as pure, unbridled rage. His unfocused, crimson eyes narrowed into slits at the mention of the villain's name, fire swirling underneath his irises. Bakugou's classmates had seen him angry on several occasions, those occasions being practically every single day. But this, this hatred and fury written all across his features plain as day, this was something that none of them had seen before. None of them except a certain green-haired boy, who at this moment, could only be described as terror-stricken.

Bakugou let his shoulders drop after a few moments, clenching his fist so the sparks that could potentially burn down the dorms would stop flying and relaxing his eyes into his usual scowl.

Kirishima was the first to recover from the shock of that outburst and decided to quickly turn the TV off, picking up on his friend's blatant hatred for the escaped villain. "Dude, what the hell was that?" Kirishima cocked an eyebrow at the blonde. "I know he's a villain but why the extreme reaction? He only goes after the quirkless. He couldn't have possibly done anything to you." A few students hummed in agreement, still cautiously eyeing their explosive classmate.

Bakugou flinched at Kirishima's accusation before quickly regaining his composure and narrowing his eyes once again, though it was less intense than before. "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair. You fucking extras don't know shit." Bakugou glared once more at his gaping, confused classmates before speaking again. "Deku. My room. Now." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the direction of the stairwell that led to the dorms that Iida had entered through, signaling that he wanted Midoriya to follow him.

Todoroki rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Midoriya, you don't have to go with him if you don't want to-"

Midoriya, who had managed to wipe the traumatized look off his face before any of his classmates saw, silenced Todoroki with a wave of his hand, eyes locking with Bakugou, who gave him a firm nod. "I appreciate your concern, Todoroki, but everything's fine."

"Are you sure?" All eyes were on Kaminari now, who didn't know when to shut his mouth. "Because I mean we all know what a hothead Bakugou is and you two generally don't get along very well and-"

"Kaminari."

Kaminari stiffed at the use of his actual name, oblivious to the gasps of the people around him. He had been expecting the hothead to call him something along the lines of Dunce Face, Drooly, Pikachu, Phone Charger, anything other than that. All he could do was gape at Bakugou with wide eyes, not even bothering to finish his thought.

"Drop it," Bakugou growled menacingly. "Everything. Is. Fine. I'm not going to hurt the shitty nerd. Everything is fucking peachy." He spit the last word out like a curse before turning back to the corridor and gesturing for Midoriya to follow. Midoriya shot an apologetic look back at Kaminari before speed walking to where his childhood friend stood, already halfway down the hallway.

"What the heck was that?" Sero was the first to speak after the blonde, and the green-haired boys had rounded the corner and entered the stairwell. "Bakugou hates Midoriya's guts!"

"I'm more curious at Bakguou's reaction to Hellfire escaping." Uraraka tapped a finger to her chin and scrunched her eyebrows together. "He's notorious for only going after the quirkless and Bakugou's family sure as hell isn't that."

"Maybe a distant cousin or something? Hero complex ribbit?"

Iida shook his head at Tsuyu sharply. "No. Bakugou has no family outside of his mother and father. They are both only children, and his grandparents died before he was born." Iida pushed his glasses up with the tip of his pointer finger and waved his free hand at the eyebrow raises his classmates were giving him. "I'm the class representative. I must know these things."

"Ok. Um, creepy." Jirou offered a slight smirk before letting her head fall onto the back of the couch. "But my question is, where does Midoriya fit into all of this?"

"Mutual friend, maybe?" Hagakure's voice suggested from somewhere among the mass of couches, chairs, blankets, and pillows. "I mean Midoriya and Bakugou were childhood friends before bitter enemies. It's possible they had a quirkless friend, and Hellfire killed them off."

"But do you think that he'd be that ruthless?" All eyes turned to Yaoyorozu questioningly. She blushes, slightly overwhelmed by all of the eyes suddenly on her. "I mean, Midoriya and Bakugou would've had to be about five years old at the time of Hellfire's arrest." Iida nodded affirmatively. She continued. "I know he tried to commit genocide on the quirkless, but a 5-year-old kid?"

"Yaoyorozu has a good point. My father used to study Hellfire since their quirks were so similar." Todoroki was looking thoughtfully out the window as he spoke, avoiding eye contact with any of his classmates. However, he could practically feel their eyes on him, urging him for more information. He sighed. His father would kill him for telling his friends this, but oh well. He averted his gaze from the window and fixed a stoic gaze on his classmates. "Endeavor was pretty obsessed with Hellfire. He was just so powerful, and my father craved power. He wanted to learn from him. However, in his research, he noticed a peculiar pattern. He had never killed any quirkless under the age of 7. Whether that was just coincidence or not, there have been no reported deaths of children under that age by him."

Mina flopped back onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. "Ughhh, this is so CONFUSINGGG. Why are Bakugou and Midoriya cooperating, why did Bakugou lose his temper, why did Midoriya agree to go with Bakugou, what is their secret UGH THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING! LIKE IT'S-"

"Hey, guys!" Mineta cut off Mina's frustrated rant as he wandered into the common room. "You would not believe what I just saw. I was just minding my own business when I saw Midoriya and Bakugou go into Bakugou's room. Together." Mineta placed his hands on his hips and nodded gravely, oblivious to his classmate's incredulous expressions. "They're totally having sex right now."

"..."

"Fuck off, Mineta."

While all of that commotion was going on upstairs, the second Bakugou shoved Midoriya into his room was the moment both of them snapped. "What the FUCK!" Bakugou roared. During their second week in the dorms, Bakugou had been moved to a room with total soundproofing after his classmates had made the unfortunate discovery that Bakugou sleep yelled. He didn't talk like an average person, no. He yelled, and it was loud. It was safe to say that changes had been made pretty quickly after that, much to the relief of the students of 1-A and the coffee machine, which had nearly broken after only five days because of all the use. At this moment, Bakugou couldn't have been more grateful for this change. He didn't need those extras downstairs to hear what he had to say.

"That bastard. That STUPID FUCKING BASTARD! I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL EXPLODE HIS SORRY ASS STRAIGHT INTO THE SUN. I WILL FUCK. HIM. UP. I-oh fuck." Bakugou's eyes widened at the sight in front of him. Midoriya has rolled up his pant leg to his thigh, exposing a horrific burn mark that only himself and Bakugou were aware existed. This secret was the reason why Midoriya always made a point to wear long shorts or pants and never his bottoms in front of his classmates. No one had ever thought to question it, and for that, he was thankful. But now, Midoriya stared at that scar with such regret, shame, and sadness that even Bakugou knew better than to continue screaming.

Bakugou's arms dropped to his sides as he took in the scene in front of him. He never was good at comforting people, especially when that person was his childhood friend that he'd bullied for so many years. After a few seconds, Bakugou decided he couldn't take it anymore. The look plastered on Midoriya's face was making his heart squeeze in uncomfortable ways, and he didn't like it one bit. Not. At. All.

Bakugou knew what Midoriya was thinking. Bakugou scoffed. Obviously. He knew the shitty nerd better than any of the extras downstairs could ever hope to. He knew precisely what his childhood friend was thinking right now because it was the same thing he always thought whenever Hellfire came up. Useless. Stupid. Undeserving. Worthless. Failure. Burden. Freak.

And most of all...

Quirkless.

Bakugou sighed and knelt, so he was level with Midoriya. He gently reached over to his pant leg and tugged it back down over the horrendous scar carefully so as not to rub the fabric against the still sensitive skin. "Deku. Fucking look at me."

Midoriya begrudgingly lifted his watery green eyes to meet determined red ones. Bakugou was the only one who knew about his secret, the only one who knew about his torturous past. Bakugou knew everything about him, whether he liked it or not. Everything. Even the things that Midoriya couldn't even think about without breaking apart right then and there. This subject was one of those things.

"Look." Bakugou stared straight into Midoriya's eyes, never blinking, never moving, only staring. "That abusive motherfucking son of a bitch isn't going to get anywhere near you. I can make sure of that. Deku, look at me." Midoriya's gaze darted from the ground back to the glowering boy in front of him. He had only broken eye contact for a second, but apparently, that was enough to set Bakugou off. The boy in question huffed and continued.

"Look. I don't ever want that fucker to get his grimy fucking hands on you ever again. Did you get that nerd? I'm not letting him get anywhere near you, got that you shithead." Midoriya nodded slowly, eyes still holding Bakugou's. "The extras downstairs can help too if it comes to that, whether they know what the situation is or not. The bottom line is, if your shitty father even thinks about showing his face around here, I am going to murder him."

There was no humor in Bakugou's voice, no joking tone, or teasing undertones. The blonde was dead serious, and for that, Midoriya was grateful. He knew his relationship with Bakugou wasn't the best thanks to their middle school years, but the threat that loomed over them was one that they both needed to deal with, for both of their sakes.

Midoriya chuckled dryly. "Just call him Hellfire, Kacchan." Midoriya's face darkened, his features twisting in a disgusted expression. "He hasn't been a father to me in a long time."

An alarm sounded later that night when Midoriya had gone back to his room, and everyone else had turned in for the night. This particular alarm was one that the students of UA had become very acquainted with since the USJ villain attack. Someone had breached the premises, and they were heading their way. Fast.

Midoriya jerked awake at the achingly familiar sound and froze. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't breathe; why couldn't he breathe? Eyes quickly filled with tears that threatened to spill over as every one of heroism Midoriya possessed vanished without a trace. Midoriya wasn't an idiot. He knew his father well, unfortunately. He was obsessive, stubborn, always got what he wanted, and, above all else, despised weakness. His father was the one coming; he could feel it. And he was fucking terrified.

Midoriya could hear the frantic steps of his classmates on the padded carpet outside his door as they raced to the common room. He allowed himself a small smile despite the situation he knew was about to unfold. Rather than just die a quick death, his classmates would fight whatever came at them. That was what he loved about them. Their spirit, their power, their friendliness, and fuck they're going to hate me so much when they find out."

"Deku."

Midoriya nearly had a heart attack, whipping around so fast that he almost snapped his neck. With his heart in his throat, he stared at Bakugou's towering figure in the doorway. Midoriya let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't quite sure who he had expected to be there, but Bakugou was the best possible outcome. He knew what was happening.

"Deku. Stay here," Bakugou commanded sharply, taking in his frazzled state. He was anxious, Midoriya could see that much, but he wasn't about to comment on it. Bakugou was already doing so much for him. "Do not move."

Midoriya nodded dumbly, taking one last look at the blonde before he slammed the door to join his classmates. Midoriya sat, unmoving, in his tiny bedroom, waiting for what only he and Bakugou knew was inevitable despite their best efforts.

"What the hells going on!" Uraraka shouted over the stampede of students. She knew it was a villain attack, as she was as well acquainted with the alarm as any of her classmates, but for a villain to attack them while still in their dorms? TOGETHER? How dangerous did they have to be to be confident they could take them all on?

"It's Hellfire!" Bakugou yelled back, much to Uraraka's surprise. She had meant it as a rhetorical question, but she wasn't going to complain.

Other voices rang through the stairwell as the entirety of class 1-A, save Midoriya, sprinted to the Common Room.

"How do you know?"

"Seriously?"

"Why here and now, though?"

"Does he really think that he can take on all of us at once?"

"Yes, I do."

The 19 students of class 1-A skidded to a halt. They had reached the common room and were met with a smoldering, broken door, and one of the most dangerous villains the world had ever seen standing right in front of them with a smirk so smug it took everything Bakugou had not to smack it off his face right there.

Hellfire scanned the crowd of students, searching hungrily for one particular green-haired boy. To his dismay, but not to his surprise, he recognized another face in the glaring group of students. He remembered him very well. Hellfire had always taken a sick liking to him and his fiery attitude. It was infuriating.

"Ah. Katsuki Bakugou. Long time no see."

Kirishima gawked at his friend, along with the rest of his class. "Bakugou? You know this guy?" Bakugou rolled his eyes and clenched his fists, his fingernails digging so far into his palms that they penetrated his skin, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His sole focus was the villain in front of him, who was currently looking at him with a playful smirk.

"Unfortunately, yes," Bakugou answered, before sneering at the man in front of him. "Go fuck yourself."

Hellfire laughed. "Still the same fiery attitude, even after all those years. You haven't changed a bit."

Bakugou glared, rage contorting his features into a hideous expression mixed with hate, resentment, and unbridled fury for the person standing in front of him. "You don't know me."

"Oh, but I do, Bakugou."

Bakugou growled at the man fiercely, barely able to keep himself together. If he had it his way, he would blast this fucker into outer space, but he couldn't. Not right now, anyway. They were still in the dorms. A blast big enough to hurt the villain would easily incinerate the entire room, and could seriously injure some of his classmates. He growled again, flexing his stiff fingers. Not yet.

"Bakugou, what's going on?" Kaminari tugged on the back of his friend's shirt, and action that would usually result in death for the electric blonde under normal circumstances, which these more definitely were not. Bakugou glared at his friend out of the corner of his eye before turning back to Hellfire, frowning as he notified that the villain's gaze shifted so it was no longer at him but the blonde behind him. Bakugou frowned even further. As much as he hated to admit it, he cared for some of the people in this class, enough so that when a villain as dangerous as Hellfire set their gaze on one of them, it set him on edge.

"Dunce Face," He whispered out of the corner of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up."

Hellfire, however, kept his gaze locked on the electric blonde. "Wait. Does he not know?" The villain shifted his gaze slightly to look at Bakugou. The boy in question said nothing, knowing it would do no good to tell him the truth anyway. Hellfire's face split into a wide-open grin. "Do none of them know?!" As if on cue, almost all eyes shifted to Bakugou. That was all the confirmation Hellfire needed. "They don't! My, this is an interesting turn of events, isn't it Katsuki?" He spit out his name like a curse, lips curling in disgust.

"Fuck you," Bakugou muttered. "You're not getting him again. You touch him, you die." The blonde looked abnormally calm for the current situation unfolding in front of him, but his words held venom. It was clear to anyone watching this interaction that Bakugou hated this man with every atom in his body, and would continue to hate him until the day he died.

"Oh?" Hellfire smirked. "We'll see." An uncomfortable silence settled over the group. Though they all had a fair share of experience under their belt from villian attack after villain attack, Hellfire was in a completely different league. Everyone in the room was well aware that he could cook them alive if he wanted to, but no, that wasn't how Hellfire worked. These children had quirks. If they decided to fight, he would, but he wouldn't initiate it. Oh no. He had only ever killed the quirkless on the spot but would kill heroes with quirks if provoked. Class 1-A was in a tight situation, and they knew it.

"Bakugou." Kirishima couldn't stand it any longer. "What is going on?" Bakugou whirled around to hiss at Kirishima as a grin split open Hellfire's face.

"Well. Tell your friends, Bakugou. Tell them everything." Eighteen pairs of eyes were on the blonde, who remained unmoving, gaze locked with Hellfires. He was teasing them, toying with them as if they were no more than little children, and they all knew it. Bakugou wasn't going to give him. He wasn't going to provide Hellfire with the pleasure.

The villain clicked his tongue and shook his head as a disappointed father might. "Fine. I'll break the news if you're so stubborn." He hissed. Hellfire spread his arms out wide and smirked triumphantly. "Hisashi Midoriya. Nice to meet you."

Stunned silence.too

And then...

"YOU'RE MIDORIYA'S FATHER?" Screamed everyone at once. Bakugou resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was ridiculous how in synch his class was, even at times like this. The expressions on his classmate's faces ranged from anger to shock to utter and complete confusion. Hellfire smiled brightly, pleased to be the one to drop that bombshell like that.

"That I am."

That was when Bakugou lost it.

"YOU ARE NOT!" The blonde couldn't take it anymore. He leaped forward, palms sparking in anticipation. "YOU ARE NOT HIS FATHER. YOU NEVER WERE, AND YOU SURE HAS HELL NEVER WILL BE AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO HIM YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Hellfire's face twisted in surprise. He certainly hadn't been expecting those to be the words that set Bakugou off but, oh well, he could just kill him without a problem. Except there was a problem. There was no fire.

Bakugou took advantage of this opportunity to blast a controlled explosion into the villain's chest, not enough to knock him out and destroy the dorm rooms but enough to send him playing backward a few paces and make a pretty nasty wound. Reading the situation, the rest of the Class followed in suit, bombarding Hellfire with attacks of their own. Aizawa sighed and emerged into view, not taking his eyes off the villain in front of him as his class mercilessly pummeled him. He could only hope that the other pro heroes would wake up soon because Aizawa could feel himself start to waver.

Hellfire had planned this out carefully, from his escape to breaking into UA to reclaim what was his. He was well aware that there was a traitor in the school. Hell, this was common knowledge for practically every villain out there. So, Hellfire decided to call in a favor. The villainous student drugged all of the pro heroes, secretly of course, and then Hellfire swooped in with a plan to take back his son. What he hadn't accounted for was Aizawa's ability to stay awake for long periods. It was a bother, but he knew the man would have to fall asleep eventually, and when he did, his quirk would come back. So he waited, patiently taking the hits from the children around him.

Thump

Bingo

Hellfire could feel his power returning to him, crashing down on him almost like a title wave. His fire was back, and the students around him seemed to be unaware of this fact. All except one, who knew him a little too well.

"GET DOWN!" Bakguou's voice echoed through the room. "MR. AIZAWA IS OUT! HIS QUIRK IS BACK!" His classmates dove to the floor immediately. Hellfire wasn't an ordinary villain. He was someone who had succeeded in kill dozens of pro heroes and was only able to be stopped by All Might Himself. Barely. The students of UA"s class 1-A were heroes through and through, but they weren't stupid. After all, it would be easier to help Midoriya if they weren't dead before they got the chance.

Everyone could feel the temperature in the room rising to extreme levels already, even though it had only been a few seconds. Hellfire stood up triumphantly, barely even wounded by all of the attacks he had been bombarded with. They were just a dull ache to him, one that he would deal with later once he found his prize. Smirking at the cowering children around him, he made the conscious decision to spare their lives. Yes, they had initiated the fight, but these kids were powerful and deserved their quirks. Unlike his useless son. Hellfire sneered. Oh, he was going to have a field day once he saw Midoriya again.

As soon as Hellfire left the room, Bakugou was up and yelling. "EVERYONE GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP WE NEED TO HELP DEKU!"

Uraraka shakily stood up and brushed herself off. "Um, Bakugou, I have a quick question."

"WHAT?"

"Why didn't he kill us just them?"

Silence fell over the room as everyone else waited for the answer. They were curious too, but none of them actually had the guts to ask Bakugou such a question in the middle of such a perilous situation. Huffing impatiently, Bakugou answered as quickly as he could.

"He had a weird complex. He still thinks of himself as some sort of hero. He thinks purging all of the quirkless would be better for the human race because then we would all be powerful." Bakugou flexed his wrist. Broke. Damn. He'd have to get that taken care of. He continued. "He respects power, that the bottom line. He viewed us as powerful enough to be left alive, because he deemed us worthy of that power." Bakugou thrust a hand over his shoulder. "Now do you wanna save the shitty nerd or not?"

Midoriya squeaked at the sound of his door opening. He could hear all of the commotion downstairs through the thin floors so he knew what was coming next. His father, storming into his room as he always had, not stopping until he was beaten to an inch of his life. What he didn't know, however, was the state of the rest of his class. That was his main worry right now.

At the sight of his father, Midoriya cowered, silently willing himself to melt into the shadows and never come out. The familiar twisted grin that Midroiya hadn't seen in so long was plastered on Hellfire's face as he took in the state of his son.

"My my, look at you!" His eyes scanned over the shaking boy's body, inspecting every dip, every muscle, and every crevice he could see on his son. "You've gotten so much strong than the last time I saw you!" He took a step forward, resulting in Midoriya taking a tentative step back. A cold sweat ran down his face. He was trapped.

"G-get away from me." He mumbled, but the words held no bite.

Hellfire cocked his head. "Now why would I do that? You're my son aren't you?" He pretended to look confused at the fear on Midoriya's face. "I see you have a quirk now. Now nice." He said, voice dripping with fake honey. "Too bad you don't deserve it." Hellfire took one more step forward before seeing something out of her peripherals. "Oh, shi-" was all he had time to say before Endeavor effectively melted his face off. Literally. For the one weakness, the fire user possessed, was more fire.

Midoriya promptly passed out.

He awoke on the couch of the Common Room hours later. Eyes heavy with fogginess and sleep, he took in his surroundings before panic set in. Holy crap holy crap holy crap my father everyone is going to hate me ohmygod how could this happen this is all my fault is anyone hurt how could I be so stupid I put them all in danger! Midoriya's thoughts were going a smile a minute, panic spreading throughout his chest rapidly.

"Dumbass. Go back to sleep."

Midoriya froze. "Kacchan?" He whispered. Getting no response, he took a deep breath and took a good long look around before realizing what position he was in. All of his friends were gathered around him in a big cuddle pile on one of the enormous couches in the Common Room. Bakugou and Uraraka were crushed on either side of him, enveloping him in body heat and a sense of comfort, while the rest of the class circled around them, essentially making a cacoon with Midoriya in the middle. Midoriya let a silly smile slink onto his face. They didn't hate him. They could never hate him. He was stupid for thinking that all of the love he knew they felt for him would disappear just because of who he was related to. That was silly! He realized that now.

He had the best friends in the world. Abused and broken as a child, he never thought he would find such amazing people to spend his time with every day. But he did. And he was beyond grateful.

Hi! So I actually don't' know how well this turned out, cus I'm too tired to go back and read over it and edit it cuz it's 4:25am in the morning and I have virtual school in the morning *barf* so I'm just going to hope I did a good job. Lemme know if you want the aftermath with Midoriya explaining his family situation to his classmates! As always, you can request anything you want to see. I'm up for it. As always, R&R! I love yall and stay safe!