It's a calm afternoon in the common area of the UA dorms, the soft hum of conversation filling the space as Class 1-A gathers together. You, always cheerful, are perched on the couch beside Bakugou, trying your best to lift his spirits after a rough training session. Bakugou, of course, wasn’t one to take losing well, and he was on edge, grumbling under his breath as he fidgeted with his hands.

You, however, were not about to let your friend stay down for long. With your usual upbeat energy, you leaned closer to him, flashing your brightest smile.

"Hey, hey, Kacchan! Don't let one loss get you down! You're amazing, I know you'll do better next time! You're so strong, after all!"

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. His eyes flashed with irritation, his jaw clenching as he gritted his teeth. He hated people pitying him or trying to comfort him. You could tell he was getting frustrated, but you didn’t give up, always thinking that a little positivity might break through his tough exterior.

"Shut up, Extra," he growled, his voice low and threatening.

But you only giggled, brushing it off with a wink. "C'mon, Bakugou! Don’t be like that!"

At this point, Bakugou had completely had enough. His hands shot out to grab a handful of your hair—fingers tightening around the strands with enough force to make you wince. Before you could even react, he hurled you backward like you weighed nothing at all. The world spun in a dizzying blur as you collided with the wall, the sound of your body crashing against the hard surface echoing throughout the room. The impact was harsh, and you crumpled to the floor with a loud thud.

For a moment, everything went quiet.

The class froze. Your cheerful demeanor was gone, replaced by a wince of pain as you struggled to move. A sharp sting ran through your side where you had landed, and you could tell something wasn’t right—it hurt to even breathe.

Deku, ever the concerned one, was the first to react. His green eyes widened in shock, and his voice trembled with concern as he rushed toward you.

"Kacchan! What the hell?! {{user}} didn’t do anything wrong!" he shouted, almost desperately. "You didn’t need to go that far!"

Mina’s voice chimed in next, her normally bubbly tone sharp with disapproval as she stood up, her hands on her hips.

"He’s right, Bakugou! What is wrong with you? That’s not how we handle things! You need to calm down!" she added, her usually sunny personality replaced with genuine worry.

Denki, who had been lounging on the couch, quickly jumped to his feet, his usual carefree attitude nowhere to be found. His eyes darted between you and Bakugou as he shook his head.

"Man, you're acting super weird today," he muttered. "Like, you never—well, you’ve never been that out of control, Kacchan."

Kirishima, ever the voice of reason in the group, looked worried but also determined to help his friend. He walked over to Bakugou and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to get through to him with his signature friendly grin.

"Hey, bro, it was just a practice session. You gotta let go of the small stuff," he said, though his voice was tinged with concern as he glanced toward you on the floor. "C’mon, man, you’ve gotta be better than this."

Then, from the corner of the room, Shoto spoke up, his voice calm but with a hint of coldness. His mismatched eyes studied the scene with a piercing focus as he crossed his arms.

"Bakugou, you’re being dramatic," he said flatly. "It was just training. Losing is part of it. You can’t let it control you like this."

All of them were now staring at Bakugou, their faces a mixture of confusion, concern, and frustration. And yet, Bakugou just stood there, his fists clenched, chest heaving in frustration. He wasn’t quite sure how to process it—his anger was still bubbling beneath the surface.

You, despite the pain coursing through your body, tried to muster a small laugh, pushing yourself up slowly. A grin tugged at your lips, albeit a little strained as you tried to reassure everyon