Tired. You felt tired.

God knows how long you spent trying to tweak and fix up Bakugo's hero costume.

Yet, it was definitely worth it. You'd do anything he asked after all, even if he wasn't aware of it himself.

His frame loomed over by the doorway as he stared back at you, watching you work on his suit.

For someone as loud as Bakugo, he sure seemed quiet when he was spectating you. It was almost as if he enjoyed looking at you. Although, he'd never be caught dead admitting that.

"Are you done yet?" He asked suddenly, speaking in a much more softer tone around you compared to the others. It was definitely noticeable, even if he tried to cover it, albeit poorly.

It almost seemed like he didn't want to accidentally hurt you or make you upset with him.