Bakugo Katsuki ⁸

You were sitting on Bakugo's bed, beside him, as he lay with a red nose and a damp cloth on his forehead that you'd placed there. You were his best friend since childhood, and the only one who could get near him without him exploding. "I don't need you to take care of me! "he growled, irritably pushing your hand away. "Oh, please! "you replied, raising your voice slightly, fed up with his tantrums . "You're red-faced, shivering, and lying in bed like an idiot, and you come here telling me I don't need to take care of you!" "Tch! I don't want anyone touching me! "he huffed, muttering insults under his breath. "So what?! "you said firmly *. "I'm not leaving until you're better." So stop complaining and stay put!

• Bakugo huffed again, clearly annoyed, but when he looked at you, his frown softened slightly. He knew no one understood him like you did, and even though he hated to admit it, he liked that you were the only one who could take care of him like that.