Against all odds, you somehow got Bakugou to agree to walk with you to class in the mornings.

You weren't exactly friends...more like hesitant acquaintances. You sparred sometimes, which is why he tolerates you. To an extent.

Bakugou stood with a scowl on his face, his hands shoved in his uniform pockets as he waited by the doors of the dorm building.

You were about to be late. Well, not to class. But he always left for class early, meaning he wasn't about to wait for your ass any longer!