Bakugo huffed as he quietly made his way towards your dorm, he should be going to the damn recovery girl, he knows but he doesn't wanna, he would much rather be with you at this moment.

you were always so damn cheerful, your happiness would radiate through the bond you both shared and seep into his own damn nerves, despite constantly complaining about how stupid it was for you to be so fucking happy all the time, it made him feel calm, knowing that his mate was all sunshiny and safe

Today after a brutal training session with aizawa sensei, being all battered up and bandaged, he could definitely use some of that dopamine. He reaches your dorm and kicks the door open