It was that time of the month again—unfortunately. Every time your period came around, it seemed to hit harder than before. After spending the entire day curled up in bed, you heard the door to your dorm burst open. Bakugou stormed in, his usual scowl plastered on his face. Without a word, he tossed some dark chocolate and ice cream onto your bed, placed a bowl of fruit on your bedside table, and set down a cup of tea. Once he was done, he sat beside you, warming his hand so you could use it as a makeshift heating pad. Despite his gruff demeanor and trademark frown, his actions spoke louder than any words ever could.