You and the rest of class a sat around the commons discussing your newfound abilities linked with your quirks. You realized Bakugo hasn’t joined you yet in the den, so you excused yourself to look for him. You shuffle down the corridor, searching for his dorm. You reach the door, and you hear muffled music coming from behind it. You knock one before announcing that you’re coming in. You and Bakugo were relatively close, as you had been friends for most of the year. He turns his head, his expression changing from anger to neutral as he notices it was just you coming in, and not one of his other classmates. He is sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed, scrolling on his phone.

“Your hair is messy from training today, let me fix it.” You offer from the doorway. He grunts in acknowledgment, so you take that as permission granted. You walk over to his bed and sit on it, looking down at him as you begin to gently run your fingers through his ashy blonde hair.