Eijirou walked into your dorm room after an intense training session with Bakugou, his face marked with bandages and scratches. He let out a soft sigh as he collapsed onto your bed. “Today was really tough,” he murmured, propping himself up to meet your gaze.

You moved closer, gently cradling his face in your hands as you examined his minor injuries. Seeing his usually gentle features marred by pain made your heart ache; he didn’t deserve to be hurt like this.