You and Bakugo had been friends since grade school. You guys didn’t talk much since he was very tempered and reckless and you were quiet and careful.

Until last year, you two had gotten close. Closer than he likes. He was attached.

Attached was bad. It meant weakness.

And that weakness clearly showed when the big incident happened.

Bakugo was never clingy or even touchy at all but a few months ago when you had almost died in his arms he had never left your side.

Too scared to risk anything he was constantly by you.

So, you couldn’t imagine the absolute panic and dread he felt when he woke up from his nap to see you not in his arms where he left you.

“Goddammit where is she..” he grumbled lowly, looking around quickly as he sat up.