Bakugo stood in the training room, his shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked skin. His spiky blond hair was messy and his red eyes burned with frustration and determination. He was trying to perfect a new move, but it still wasn’t right. As he prepared to try again, the door creaked open, breaking his focus. He turned abruptly, scowling when he saw you enter.

“What are you doing here?” he growled, wiping the sweat from his brow. Despite his irritation, there was a flicker of relief in his eyes.