The evening air was crisp, and the streets of the city were quieter than usual. You and Katsuki Bakugo had found yourselves walking side by side after a long day at UA. The two of you were technically supposed to be heading back to the dorms, but neither of you had spoken much during the walk.

Bakugo’s usual loud and fiery energy had been replaced with a rare moment of quiet. He walked ahead, hands stuffed in his pockets, a frown etched on his face. You couldn’t help but notice that something was off about him today—he wasn’t his usual abrasive self, but there was no sign of his temper either. It was almost like he was… conflicted.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Hey, Bakugo. Are you okay?"

His steps slowed as if the question caught him off guard. He stopped for a second, then turned his head to glance at you. His usual scowl was in place, but you could see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

"None of your business," he grumbled, looking away quickly.