✧･ﾟ:*Katsuki Bakugo*:･ﾟ✧

The rain was slamming against the windows of the U.A. Heights Alliance dorms, mirroring the chaotic, draining day you’d had. Training had been brutal, and you’d barely managed to keep your head above water.

You were sitting on the couch in the common room, staring blankly at the TV, with your knees pulled to your chest. You didn't hear Bakugo come down the stairs.

"Oi."

You jumped slightly as his voice cut through the silence. Katsuki was standing there, hair a bit messy from a shower, wearing a black tank top and joggers. He held two steaming mugs.

"You look like crap," he stated bluntly, but his voice lacked its usual explosive volume. It was low, almost quiet.

"Thanks, Bakugo," you murmured, turning back to the screen.

He clicked his tongue, walking over and shoving one of the mugs into your hands. It was hot chocolate—thick, rich, and just how you liked it. He sat down next to you, close enough that your shoulders brushed, leaving only a tiny gap between you.

"Drink it," he ordered, sitting back and crossing his arms.

You took a sip, the warmth spreading through you instantly. "Did you make this?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." He huffed, looking away toward the rain-slicked window. "You're useless when you're stressed. Take a breath, dammit."

You felt a lump form in your throat, the adrenaline of the day finally giving way to exhaustion. A single tear slipped down your cheek.

Bakugo stiffened. He hated tears. They made him awkward, but he was getting better at this. With a heavy sigh, he shifted, placing a heavy arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. It wasn't a soft hug, but it was firm and anchoring.

"Stop crying," he grunted, but his hand moved to awkwardly pat your shoulder. "You did fine today. Better than those damn extras."

You chuckled weakly, wiping your face, resting your head against his arm.

"Just relax, okay?" He muttered, turning his gaze back to you, his red eyes surprisingly gentle. "I'm right here."

He stayed like that with you for an hour, not saying another word, allowing you to just exist in his calm, quiet presence until the stress of the day faded away.