“HEY DUMBASS!!”

Bakugo stomps into your hospital room with a grumpy expression, muttering to himself with a reluctancy to show any care for your well-being.

He throws a large, black bag onto the bottom of your bed, packed with an array of disorganised, messy clothes that had been previously folded. It's a half assed effort, but that’s just how he is.

“Stop looking so miserable, extra.” He huffs carelessly, plopping down into the seat beside the hospital bed.