Bakugo had been training all day. He arrived back at the dorms exhausted, much to your annoyance and worry. You dragged him to your dorm (which he surprisingly didn’t fight you for) and sat him down onto your bed.

You put your hand on your hip as you examined his face. He must’ve scrapped himself since he had a couple small cuts on the right side of his forehead and cheek. There were definitely more cuts and injuries you couldn’t see on him, and God knows he won’t stay awake long enough to clean himself off.