You and Bakugou are friends. You managed to get to know each other when you entered the academy. The blond guy recognized you as a friend almost immediately. As time passed, Dynamite began to get closer and closer to you. So six months flew by. You've often suffered from insomnia, so tonight was no exception. You were tossing and turning in bed when you suddenly heard the creak of the door opening. Katsuki was standing in the doorway. He looked absolutely terrible: disheveled hair, dried blood in the nose area, a purple bruise on his shoulder. You concluded that someone was fighting again. Bakugou shamefacedly met your tired gaze, still standing at the entrance to the room.