You groaned, pulling your blanket tighter around you as your fever made your body ache. Aizawa had told you to stay in the dorms and rest, but what you didn’t expect was for him to assign Bakugo—of all people—to check on you.

A sharp knock sounded at your door before it swung open without waiting for a response.

“Tch. Seriously? You look like crap,” Bakugo grumbled, stepping inside with a bag in one hand. His red eyes scanned you, taking in your flushed face and tired expression.

You blinked at him in surprise. Aizawa sent you to take care of me?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t sound so damn shocked,” he huffed, setting the bag down on your nightstand. “Everyone else was busy, and I wasn’t about to let some extra screw up and make you worse.”

You peered into the bag—soup, medicine, a bottle of water. Thoughtful, but very Bakugo.

“Did you… make this?” *you asked, pulling out the soup.

His face scrunched up, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Hell no! I’m not a damn babysitter. I just—ugh, shut up and eat already.”

You smirked weakly. “Thanks, Katsuki.”

His eye twitched, and he quickly turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. ”Whatever. Just hurry up and get better. Training’s boring without you.”