After he watched himself bleed for who knows how long, he cleaned everything up and wrapped up his arm with the bandages he kept in the cabinet. Self-care and self-hatred are contradictions, yet they co-exist within Bakugou. It's strange, really. He doesn't quite understand it himself. Maybe it's the part of him that doesn't want anyone to see the cuts? Maybe it's a little slimmer of self-preservation that's left?

Whatever it was, his arm was now wrapped up and he changed his clothes from a shirt to a hoodie. The sleeves were long, maybe a little too long, but that made it perfect. Katsuki looked at himself in the mirror of his tiny bathroom again, splashing some water in his face to cover up that he'd been crying. A silent curse escaped his mouth when he looked at the time, seeing it was almost time for dinner.

Ugh... He didn't want to go downstairs and be surrounded by all the others... He didn't feel like he belonged in that happy domestic atmosphere. He felt out of place... None the less they all accepted his presence, probably out of pity... They all know he's weak anyway, even if they pretend to go along with his little act. He takes a deep breath, letting a scowl fall back on his features. He walks out his room with fake confidence, slamming the door shut, freezing for a moment as he noticed one of his neighbours standing at his door as well.

"Hello Bakugou" Todoroki spoke on a neutral voice, no emotion lingering in his face. For a second Katsuki wonders, how does he do it? How does he stay so calm? The ash blonde knew about his shitty childhood and his asshole of a father... It was similar to his situation in some ways, yet he would never admit that.

"Don't talk to me!" Bakugou snapped, putting his hands into the pouch of his dark hoodie.

With that, the ruby eyed male stomped past him, heading straight for the elevator. Shoto didn't seem phased by it, following Bakugou in a more relaxed manner. They stood next to each other in the elevator, a heavy silence in the air. Well, at least it felt that way to Katsuki. He may not like Todoroki, but he knew that this boy had suffered in the past. He probably still was. A small part of him wanted to entrust him with his problems, knowing he would understand.

But a much bigger part of him was always screaming to keep it away from everyone, to not let people see the real him. The pathetic wimpy crybaby he actually was... That part was definitely dominating his life. No matter how close he wanted to get to people, he always reminded himself of the cruel reality of this world. Nobody likes him, people will always lie and want to use him. They see him as a villain and nothing more than that. So why act any different?

They were finally released of this tense atmosphere as the doors opened, revealing the common room. Bakugou exited first, not even looking at Todoroki as he stormed through the living area into the kitchen. He opened the giant fridge, in which every student had their own little area. The cabinets in the kitchen were also divided by name, some of them being for common use.

Katsuki grabbed the ingredients he wanted, putting them on the kitchen counter before going over to his little cabinet and taking out his professional knives with a few other things. Cooking was one of the few things he enjoyed in life, not that he'll ever let anyone know that. No, he would never expose his weaknesses, nor the things he liked. Those were things other people could get him with, they could take that away from him. Like she took away everything he liked...

"What are you making Kacchan?" Deku asked curiously, leaning on the kitchen counter as he watched the blonde work. That nerd was one of the few people that actually knew things about him but only because they grew up together. The freckled green head knew about his passion for cooking and how good it tasted. Katsuki always threatened him with death if he'd ever let it slip to anyone else, but Izuku had never once told anyone about it.

"Curry" the ash blonde grunted, continuing his skilful cutting as the vegetables slid through his fingers, being chopped into pieces in seconds.

"Hmm, it already smells so good~" Midoriya smiled, looking at the pot that was on the stove.

"What the hell do you want Deku? Say it now or leave me the hell alone before I kill you" Bakugou snapped, getting sick and tired of him trying to make small talk without a purpose.

The green head let out a nervous laugh before darting his eyes to the ground.

"Well, uhm, I kinda forgot to go to the store yesterday-"

"You don't have food" Katsuki cut him short, glaring at his childhood friend as he stopped cutting up the ingredients for a moment.

"Is there any chance you have extra?" he asked hopeful, making Bakugou scoff. Of fucking course that damn nerd was here begging for food! Deku knew that Katsuki never refused to feed him, no matter on what terms they were.

Unlike what people thought, he actually cared for people's wellbeing. He wanted his classmates to be healthy and happy, but he wanted them to be so without him. He doesn't deserve happiness anyway. Besides, they'll never allow him to be happy either way. His image made sure of it. All that just so he could keep people away, keep them at a distance so his fragile heart wouldn't get hurt... Yet he still cared... Tch, what a pain in the ass.

"You're lucky I bought too much" Katsuki grunted, making Midoriya cheer.

"Thank you so much Kacchan!"

"Shut up! I won't share with you another time, got it?! You take care of your own fucking food or go begging some other extra when you're starving!" he threatened, but they both knew that was a lie. Bakugou always made too much in case others didn't have food or forgot.

And even if everyone had enough, he preserved some of it in Tupperware boxes, putting it on the common shelve of the fridge. That way he provided for everyone and the food always ended up being eaten. Nobody knew it was him who prepared it, but nobody questioned it either since there had never been a complaint about stealing leftovers. A feeble thought went through his mind when thinking about that.

Would people still eat it if they knew it was him who made it..? Would they think it's poisoned or something like that? Or did they know and did they eat it out of pity, to make him feel good? Did they even like his cooking? A frown fell into his features as he continued to make the curry. He made sure not to spice it up too much so others might still enjoy it and pulled out two portions. One for him, one for Deku.

He left it on the kitchen counter though, not wanting to be seen bringing food over to Izuku and being questioned by everyone why. He also left the rest of the curry in the kitchen, free for anyone to take. Bakugou settled down at one of the tables, away from the others, eating his curry in silence.

"Oh sweet! Free food! Thank you my secret food giver!" Kaminari smiled as he entered the kitchen. They'd just returned from the mall Bakugou noticed as Ashido walking past him with shopping bags at hand.

"Grab some for me too! I'm going to put all my new stuff away!" she yelled.

"Will do Mina!" Kirishima answered, now also standing next to Kaminari. The both of them plus Sero and Ashido all took some curry, leaving about one portion. Eijirou glanced at Katsuki for a moment, sitting alone at his table. Normally he'd convince the others to sit with him and he was convinced that Bakugou liked it, even though he always denied it.

But after what happened this afternoon... He wasn't so sure anymore... Why did he reach for his hand if their friendship meant nothing to him?

"Everything okay dude?" Denki asked as they sat down next to the rest of the class.

"Yeah, it's nothing" Kirishima smiled, sitting next to his friend. Sero in front of Kaminari and soon Ashido in front of him.

"Man, this curry is good! I'm really starting to wonder who the secret food giver is" Mina spoke, almost moaning at the food. The four of them had started to call the mysterious person that always provided food the secret food giver some time ago. People had speculated about it, thinking it might be Aizawa sensei who was too stubborn to admit he cared for them. They really are idiots, aren't they?

Had nobody ever seen Bakugou cook? But then again, people had the habit of staying out of the kitchen whenever the ash blonde was there since they didn't want to be blown to pieces.

"It is quite tasteful, I agree" Todoroki stated, having grabbed the last portion. The dual quirk user glanced at Bakugou, making the blonde frown. But before he could ask what his problem was, Shoto spoke u again-

"Thanks for the food Bakugou"

Silence fell over the room for a moment, before Sero almost spit out his food in shock, coughing afterwards.

"Bakugou?! Wait, you're the secret food giver?!" Kaminari exclaimed, surprise readable on his face. The ash blonde sat frozen at the table, feeling a lot of eyes on him as he stared at his almost empty bowl. Without saying anything, he stood up, leaving the room, not casting a single glance their way or reacting to they shouts and questions.

Damnit icyhot! Why the hell did you have to say that?! Why did you have to notice?!

"Bakugou made this?" Kirishima asked Todoroki in shock while pointing down his bowl.

"I saw him cooking earlier" the halfa confirmed, taking another bite.

"If I'm correct, this is not the first time he cooked for you. Weren't you aware of it?"

"No?!" Denki breathed.

"Guys, calm down-" Midoriya started with a small smile.

"You knew, didn't you? You knew it was Bakugou and you didn't say anything" Mina accused the green head, making Izuku gulp.

"K-Kacchan doesn't like people talking about it..." he muttered, fiddling with his hands.

"I-I always ask him before I take his food but...he doesn't really seem to care who eats it... And he always makes too much... I don't really understand why either"

Kirishima frowned, staring down in his bowl. So it was Bakugou... Bakugou who always cooked extra meals and made sure everyone had enough to eat. It was strange, seeing as Katsuki was the kind of person to scream about all his performances and feats, making sure everyone knew he was better than anyone else. If anything, they should be begging to eat his food... Maybe there is more to him than what meets the eye?

Eijirou pondered on that thought for a moment. Bakugou's actions clashed with his words, because if the ash blonde really didn't care, he wouldn't do this. A small smile graced his lips. Maybe they were friends after all? Maybe Bakugou was just too shy to admit it?

"Does it really matter who makes it? It's still very yummy!" Uraraka smiled, stealing a bite from Deku's bowl.

"Uraraka!" he whined, making her chuckle, followed by a lecture of Iida.

"We should thank him for the food! Like, do something for him" Eijirou pointed out.

"Like what? Blasty doesn't want us anywhere near him" Sero pointed out.

"We'll figure something out" the red head smiled.

"So, you're all in?"

"Sure, if I he doesn't kill me I'll help" Kaminari grinned.

"Yeah! Someone who makes this quality food needs to be rewarded!" Ashido smiled.

"And he's been doing it basically since we live in the dorms too... So we really need to show gratitude!"

"Do you have something in mind?" Kirishima asked, the smile on her lips telling him everything he needed to know.