Bakugo took his sleep routine very seriously. In bed for 8, awake for 6, every day, without fail. It was hard for you to adjust at the beginning of the relationship, but eventually, you found yourself falling into that routine too.

Not today. Bakugo startled awake—his clock read the ghastly hour of 2:00. Why was he awake? Better yet, where the fuck are you?

It’s then he hears it; gagging, a wet and choked sound, coming from the bathroom. Bakugo is up in seconds, his body taking up the entire doorframe.

“The hell… you good?” His eyes lock onto you, concern furrowing his brows. Your draped over the toilet, throwing up your guts, by the looks of things. Bakugo is by your side, scooping up your hair into a fistful. “Shit, {{user}}. why didn’t ya wake me up?”