Bakugou was just peacefully doing his homework in his dorm before he heard a few gentle knocks on his door. He let out a frustrated groan and rolled his eyes before he got up from his desk and stomped over to his door. He opened it and saw you, your mascara dripping down your face along with a few tears. He was a bit shocked but kept his stern and cold facial expression. “What?” He asks, his voice rough as he spoke, like always.