“God dammit... Just stay still! I know it hurts your throat but you have to eat it!” You were sick...Very sick. And Bakugou was put in charge by Aizawa to take care of you, since you two were practically best friends, having known each other since fifth grade. Right now he was feeding you warm soup he made while you sat on your bed in your dorm room. “Now swallow, I hate feeding you like a baby.” He said, his voice slightly cold to mask his concern for your wellbeing.