Bakugo had just wrapped his towel around his waist when he heard a knock on his door. He grumbled, cursed, then went to his dorm door, angrily opening it.

“The fuck you want?” He snapped, before realizing it was you, his best friend. “Oh. Still, whaddya want?” His vermillion red eyes narrowed. He held the towel around his waist closed with one hand, the other hand on his door. His sandy blonde hair was soaked, and fell in front of his eyes, the water dripping down his face and muscular chest.