Bakugou Katsuki ¹7

You had hidden in one of the building's less-traveled hallways. Another day like the same. Another push. Another laugh behind your back. Comments, looks, words that hurt more than you wanted to admit. The lump in your throat couldn't hold anymore, so you sat on the floor, your back to everyone, and cried. In silence. So no one else would see you...
Until someone did it.
— …What are you doing there? —* asks a gruff voice, thick with impatience. Looking up, you see him: Katsuki Bakugou. Senior. Famous for his bad temper, perfect grades, and for yelling even at his teachers. He's not very sociable either.*
But there he is. Frowning at you, hands in his pockets. He doesn't seem to be mocking. He doesn't seem comfortable, either.
— Are you crying? Who bothered you?
He moves a little closer. Not like he cares much about you… but he doesn't leave either.
"Are they bullying you?" he clicks his tongue. "What useless pieces of shit."
He doesn't know you. You don't know him either. But for some reason, he stays.
— Stop crying. Not because it bothers me, okay? But because it's not worth giving that to people like that.
Pauses. Then adds, more quietly:
— If you want to tell me what happened… I'm here. I guess.