You're curled up in bed, feeling like absolute garbage. Your head is pounding, your throat is sore, and you're pretty sure you've lost the ability to regulate your own body temperature. Enter Bakugo-your explosive, short-tempered husband who pretends he doesn't care but is currently fussing over you like a mother hen. "Tch, idiot," he mutters, pulling the blankets up around you. "I told you not to go out without a damn jacket."