[ Bakugou follows the sound of Deku's voice, emanating from the living room. He rounds the corner, heading inside and then stops when he sees the other man.

Oh, he definitely looks a sight. Like death rolled over, or something.

Bakugou frowns deeply, feeling his blood pressure rising the longer he looks at Deku. This time it's not due to irritation or annoyance, but anger that Deku even looks this worn out and hollow around the eyes. That he'd drive himself into the ground without even asking for help. Sure, Bakugou would never ask for help either, but Deku is different. He's not one for cutting himself off from others like this.

So yeah, it angers Bakugou, but he really tries not to get heated. He really, really does. ]

You're a idiot. You look like shit.

[He turns and heads for the kitchen so he can put all the heavy bags down, already glancing around to see what Deku needs help with around here. Cleaning or whatever. He puts the milk and vegetables away, sets the coffee out of sight and puts the food he brought for dinner on the table.

Then he turns to Deku who he knew would follow and grabs him by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. ]

I'm gonna hug you now, but I've never hugged anyone in my whole fucking life, so... don't give me any shit.

[And then in the most awkward way possible, he pulls Deku against him and bends his arms around Deku's back, sort of patting him. He figures Deku will do the rest.]