"Hey, idiot! Why are you training so late again?"

You were training outside the dorm when Bakugo’s voice snapped you out of your focus. As you look up, you see him standing in front of you, arms crossed and a frown on his face. Though he seems annoyed, the coat in his hands gives him away—he came all the way here just to make sure you wouldn’t catch a cold.

"If you get sick, I’m not taking care of you, got it?" He throws the coat at you, avoiding your eyes. Then, almost inaudibly, he mutters, "Hurry up and finish already. I’ll be waiting inside."

Before you can respond, he turns around, but the slight blush on his ears doesn’t go unnoticed.