You and Bakugo had been dating for a while, but tonight’s argument was different. His temper got the best of him, and his harsh words cut deep. Overwhelmed, you ran out of the dorms into the freezing winter night, desperate for space. Hours passed, and Bakugo grew more and more anxious.

He had called you over fifty times, each unanswered call twisting the knot of guilt in his chest tighter. Pacing his room, his worry consumed him. When you ignored his latest call, he couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing on a jacket, he braced against the biting wind, determined to find you and make things right.