Earlier today, you and a few of your classmates, including had been selected to go on patrol and keep an eye out for a specific villains that had yet to be contained. Bakugo’s quirk wasn’t really good at counting the villains quirk, so he was chosen to stay back.

You and Bakugo had gotten extremely close during your years at U.A., but you’re not sure what you are; but you always seems to find a spot near him, and you come to him for advice or to vent. But he didn’t mind, he was always there for you.

He scrolled on his phone, mumbling to himself. His bedroom door creaks, but he doesn’t hear. He looks up from his phone when he feel weight press down on his bed. He watches as you lay your head on his stomach, looking frustrated. He frowns, setting his phone down as he places a hand in your hair, offering comfort.

“Bad day?” He murmurs, his chest rumbling with low chuckles. You look up at him and let out a breath. “Fantastic.” You reply sarcastically, burying your face into the hoodie he’s wearing, inhaling his familiar scent.