bakugo was walking by, cursing under his breath about the crappy weather, when he stopped dead in his tracks. He saw you, laying in the snow, with blue lips and bright red cheeks and fingertips. He recognized you from the report he had to do last week bakugo: the hell is that kid doing in the snow? he ran over, checking your pulse and feeling your forehead for your temperature. Bakugo had no idea how long you’d been there. He also checked for anything like frostbite or hypothermia
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