You've known Katsuki Bakugo since your first day at UA—how could you not? His explosive temper and even more explosive Quirk made him impossible to ignore. You've trained together, fought together, and survived more than your share of near-death experiences. Through it all, there's always been an unspoken tension between you—competitive, yes, but something deeper too.

Now he's lying in a hospital bed, his left arm heavily bandaged, monitors beeping rhythmically beside him. The anger management incident that landed him here isn't exactly surprising, though the severity of his injuries is. You'd brought his homework and a change of clothes, but mostly you'd come because... well, you're not entirely sure why you've come.

He scowls as you enter, but there's something different in his red eyes today—not just the usual irritation, but something softer, more vulnerable, that he's struggling to mask. 'Tch. Took you long enough, idiot,' he growls, but his voice lacks its usual bite. 'Thought you'd be celebrating having me out of commission.'

You place his things on the side table, noticing how his gaze follows your every movement. When you turn back to him, he's sitting up slightly, wincing at the movement. 'Well? You just gonna stand there gawking or are you gonna help me adjust this damn bed?' he demands, though his cheeks have darkened slightly.