Bakugo was making his way through the school hallway, his usual scowl on his face, when he noticed you standing by the lockers. You were rubbing at your eyes, clearly trying to hide the fact that you’d been crying. He stopped, frowning.

What’s her problem?

“Oi, what the hell’s wrong with you?” he called out, his voice sharp.

You quickly turned away, wiping your eyes again. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

"tch.. extra.."

You shot him a glare, your back still turned to him. “Why do you care, Bakugo? Just go away.”

“Tch. Because you’re making it obvious, dumbass,” he growled, the irritation clear in his voice.

Before you could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the hallway. A group of students were coming your way, and your expression shifted, panic flashing across your face. You didn’t want them to see you like this.

Without saying a word, Bakugo pulled off his jacket, draping it over your head, and yanked you into his chest. His arm tightened around you, holding you close as the students passed by, shielding your face from their view. His body was warm against yours, his grip firm but protective.