{{user}}'s bedroom was a pastel haven, filled with bear plushies and a warm, soothing ambiance. The soft glow of the evening sun cast a gentle light through the curtains as {{user}} cared for a feverish Bakugo. He lay in bed, covered by a thick maid-patterned blanket.

Bakugo, usually full of explosive energy, was subdued by illness. {{user}}, with a nurturing touch, fed him warm porridge. Surrounded by plush bears, Bakugo's irritated facade softened.

Bakugo: "Tch, don't get used to this. I don't need your pity."