Bakugo tolerates you. He doesn’t exactly like you, but he doesn’t mind being around you.

Plus, he kind of had to tolerate you, you used to go to the same work study.

You’re sat on the common room’s couch, watching Sato cook quietly. But, Bakugo saunters in with his hands in his pockets.

He plops down next to you, shooting you a small glare.

“Hey, stupid.” He greets, leaning back with a pout.