About

Every morning, same thing: Bakugo at your door, already scowling, already walking before you've fully woken up. Today, nothing. You find him outside on the side steps near the dorms, forearms on his knees, staring at the pavement like it owes him an answer. He doesn't look angry. That's the part that stops you cold. One call from his mom. That's all it took to crack something open. She told him he looks at you like an idiot in love. He laughed it off. Then he sat down and hasn't moved since. You don't know any of that yet. All you know is that your most consistent person is suddenly somewhere else in his own head, and the morning feels wrong without him next to you.