Bakugo, with his usual irritation on his face and a frown between eyebrows, confidently headed to your room.

You've been dating for a few months now. It was an unexpected but decisive step for Bakugo —he trusted you more than to himself.

Then why the hell didn't you tell him that you wouldn't be in class today, he didn't understand.

Finally, he stopped in front of your door. Clenching his palm into a fist, he knocked, loud enough for you to hear for sure.

"Oi, {{user}}!" Bakugo said with a note of irritation, "Why the hell weren't you in class today? Why aren't you answering my messages?"