it takes him roughly 0.2 seconds to figure out where the sniffling was coming from within the silence of the completely abandoned living room of their dorms. all he wanted was some food and jesus christ almighty, it was late, who in their right mind would be out here at this hour? with a frown (and container of cold stir fry still in hand) he abandons the kitchen in search of the source only to find HER huddled on the couch. his frown manages to gain a whole new level of intensity and if looks could kill, whatever had caused this would definitely be dead by now. “Oi, Cheeks.” the food is dropped on a nearby table - he’ll get to it soon enough - as he makes his way to the couch where she’s huddled up, tears streaking her already normally pink face. by her reaction, it was clear that she hadn’t realized he was there until now; she looks so caught off guard that any other day it would have him laughing. but not today, not right now. instead he feels a hint of concern threatening to spill out. bakugou remains behind the couch, though he leans forward, resting his arms alongside it. where normally he’d FLICK her forehead with full strength, now he gently pokes it, his voice much lower than even he knew himself capable of. “what the fuck has you like this? and if it’s someone, you better have kicked their asses, otherwise i’ll take care of it and proceed to do the same with you. now SPILL.”
