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EXCESSIVE TRAINING.
BAKUGO WAS UNSURE if you'll show up in the common area today, the recent events of training during class extreme and challenging. He didn't say anything to anyone, but he noticed how overworked you seemed and was worried. Obviously, he hated that someone so weak made him worry, however, at the moment he shook it off and convinced himself that it was only because you made him sleep better- for how silly it sounded.
"What the- What are you doing here?" You squeaked as Bakugo stood in front of your dorm room.
Bakugo rolled his eyes and pushed you away, waltzing into your dorm with a handful of snacks. You quickly shut your door and went to his side, completely surprised that the hot-headed blonde came to find you.
Bakugo takes a seat on the floor and dumps all of the different sugary snacks on your table, your eyes widening to the sight. "What's all this for?" You questioned, hesitantly sitting across from.
"What the fuck does it look like? It's for your fat ass," he sneers, taking a bag for himself.
You stiffen to the nickname he called you, somehow not sure how that made you feel. This was just too weird... Did he get this all for you because of today?
Bakugo watched as you just stared at the snacks, your mind somewhere else. He noticed the discolour under your eyes and how your skin looked paler compared to usual.
"Is this all for me?"
He narrows his eyes, "Do you really expect me to eat this crap."
"But-"
"You said before that if you use your quirk too much that you have to compensate with more sugar right?" You blink at him, shocked that he even remembered what you said that night.
He grabbed a random bag and tossed it to you, "You look really shitty right now, so have some."
Today's combat training was hard, you were reckless and used up a lot of power. You told your friends that you were fine, although, you really weren't. As soon as you came back from Recovery Girl, she had helped you gain a bit more of that energy back, however, she told you to not eat sugar for the next 12 hours.
You took the bag and ripped it open, placing the treat in your mouth. Usually, you wouldn't disobey her orders, but, you couldn't just reject his offer. After all, this was really rare coming from someone like him.
"Thank you, Katsuki," you murmured, a small smile adorning your lips.
His face scrunched up, blushing faintly to the sight, "Shut up, crazy chick, it wasn't anything special."
After stuffing your face, you finished everything he brought: three whole bags of chocolates. You didn't feel anything right now, but you knew you'll face the consequences soon.
"That was scrumptious," you say, sprawling yourself across your floor in satisfaction.
"Why would you even push yourself until you break? You're just as weak as Deku if you do that."
You sigh, feeling quite calm right now, "You're lucky you're so naturally talented, you already know how to use your quirk and do super cool things."
"Some of us are still learning," you yawn, resting your head over your crossed arms on the table. "It's just natural that we push ourselves over our limit sometimes."
"Still, it's fucking stupid," he snarls.
"Hey, Katsuki?" He looks down at you, your eyes fluttering closed. "Thanks for worrying about me..."
Before he can even yell at you, you knocked out completely, leaving the socially-awkward teen in a troublesome situation. While mumbling profanities, he stomps around your dorm room cleaning up the mess you left behind, your trash filled up with chocolate wrappers.
When he looked over at your figure slouched over the table, he hesitated to touch you. It wasn't because he was scared to touch a girl, but for how you'll react in the morning- he did not need some chick over reading the situation or running after him during school.
After he carefully placed you on top of your bed, he covers you with your blanket, your nose wiggling to the familiar smell that came with the fabric. Unconsciously, Bakugo chuckled at how childish you looked, and he immediately slapped his hand over his mouth afterwards.
'Nope, that never happened,' he said to himself, his hand falling from his face as he stomped away from your bed.
Yet, before leaving, he glances back at your figure. "Goodnight, [l/n]," he mumbles before quietly closing your door from behind.
