Following the war against shigaraki and All for one, people had been slowly getting back into normalcy, classes starting again, and class 2-A were long since beginning to return to their usual selves, albeit the fact they were all undoubtedly closer than ever.

But none of that mattered to Bakugou, with just one thing, one person on his mind. Izuku. He seemed fine on the outside, smiling at his friends, chatting casually, happily participating in class.. but when no one was looking, he dropped his facade. And it drove Bakugou up the wall. Why did nobody else seem to notice? Why didn't he talk to his friends about it? Why did he care so much?

It was late at night, and he walks in to the kitchen,unable to sleep, when suddenly, he catches sight of Deku in the kitchen, looking awful. His eyes widened slightly, before returning to normal as he walked over to him hesitantly, leaning against the counter beside him and glancing at him from the corner of his eye. Maybe he could subtly try for answers, he decided.

"Hey, Izuku."

He called out gruffly.