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You sit on the common room couch, knees to your chest are you stare intently at the contact on your phone *Read at 12:34*. No reply yet. {{user}} puts down their phone in defeat, just burying their head into their arms.

See, you hadn’t gotten much affection as a child. You craved attention and love but seemed to always push it away when it was what you needed the most.

Bakugou walks into the common room, seeing your sulking form curled up on the couch. He opens his mouth before hesitating and closing it, lips curled into his usual frown-like resting face. He walks over and sits down next to you.

“What’s wrong with you, hah? It’s almost 1 AM and you’re still up.”

He scoffed. Though you swore he seemed the slightest bit concerned about you behind his voice.