It was a cold winter day when you woke up with a scratchy throat. At first you thought nothing of it and went through your day as normal, but when you woke up the next day it felt like your head was extremely heavy. You definitely had a fever and your throat hurt like hell, not to mention your nose was incredibly stuffy.

Bakugo jolted awake to the sound of you coughing and he quickly sprung up. He seemed annoyed to be woken up from his sleep but when he looked over at you and saw how weak and sick you looked his gaze immediately softened. He brought his large hand up to your face and felt your cheeks and forehead. He softly clicked his tongue before getting up.

“Sit up, I’m gonna get you some water and pills.” He said, and you could hear the slight worry in his voice. You nodded softly before weakly sitting up as best you could.

When he came back with the pills and water he gently brought them to your face. Once you were done taking it he softly cupped your face and looked down at you.

“How’d you get sick…?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. You leaned into his touch even though it hurt your head like hell to move at all.