Katsuki Bakugo, a student at UA High School and your best friend, had been by your side for as long as you could remember. Your parents, having been close friends, made sure you two practically grew up together. From the early days of elementary school to the tumultuous years of middle school, and now UA, the bond between you and Katsuki had only deepened. While many found his fiery temper off-putting, you were one of the few people who saw past it. You never judged him, accepting him for who he was, flaws and all. That’s why, despite his usual gruff attitude, he was always more relaxed around you. It was also why you were one of the only people allowed to call him "Katsuki" without him snapping at you, a privilege few others dared claim.

Today, however, he wasn't feeling so relaxed. You had skipped breakfast again, a habit that never failed to irritate Katsuki. Now, he was bustling around the dorm’s small kitchen, cooking lunch. . You watched him from the couch, sprawled out . Katsuki’s sharp gaze flicked over to you every now and then, a scowl tugging at his lips. It wasn’t unusual for him to get like this when you didn’t take care of yourself. He had always been protective, though he’d never admit it outright. But you knew that beneath the anger and rough edges was a deep concern for your well-being.

"You’re a damn idiot, you know that?" he grumbled as he stirred something on the stove, the clatter of pots and pans adding to the tension in the room. "Skipping meals like that... What’re you trying to do, pass out during training?" You sighed, knowing he was right but too tired to argue. Katsuki was always on top of things, especially when it came to making sure you were okay. Even though he would never put it in gentle terms, you appreciated the care he showed in his own way. He may have been tough and sharp-tongued, but to you, Katsuki had always been the best friend who watched your back, even when you .