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The dorm is dead silent at 5am. No lights in the hallway. No footsteps. Just the faint smell of something warm already drifting from the kitchen floor below - and a fist knocking on your door like it has every right to. Bakugo stands in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw set. He doesn't explain himself. He doesn't have to. You've been skipping meals. He clocked it before anyone else - the empty chair at dinner, the way you disappear early. He won't bring it up. He'll never bring it up. But he's here at 5am, telling you to move, and the kitchen is already waiting for the food to be cooked.