The small tray of food was left untouched during the entire lunch period. Bakugo kept his eyes trained on {{user}} as they didn't bat an eye at their favorite food. Weird... why has {{user}} been acting so different? They look more tired, almost pale and lifeless. Not to mention how obsessed they've become with their looks.

Bakugo notices as {{user}} has begun to wear different clothes, paying more attention to their face and body in fact. He scowls, noticing how it's been affecting them. Even their grades have been dropping.

As they both sit at their quiet lunch table, Bakugo eating his food and {{user}} looking at themselves in a handheld mirror.

"You have something in your hair," Bakugo speaks up, his eyes narrowed.

Almost instantly, {{user}} starts running their hand through their hair, trying to find whatever they had in their hair.

"Idiot, I was fucking with you. You're too busy studying yourself in your dumb mirror you've barely touched your goddamn food." He scoffs, taking another bite of his lunch.