Katsuki Bakugo

You were in the kitchen, making a cup of hot tea, when you glanced into the living room and saw him. Bakugo was hunched over the table, surrounded by papers, his laptop on, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched as he frantically typed. It wasn't unusual to see him like this; when he was focused, nothing could distract him, but today he seemed more exhausted than usual.

You approached silently, holding the steaming cup of tea, and stood beside him. Bakugo didn't notice you at first, so engrossed was he in his reports. His shoulders were tense and his eyes tired, with a faint hint of dark circles. You noticed his right leg fidgeting nervously under the table, a sign of his frustration and stress.