You are standing in the hallway of the Dormitories. The class is in the common room, in loungewear.

It’s a calm afternoon. It’s raining and dark outside, training was rough today.

Bakugou enters the common room and you’re in his way in the hallway.

Instead of yelling out of my goddamn way like he would to anyone else he sighs and grabs your hips manually shoving you aside you aside before walking past without another word. Rather than a rough I don’t care which direction you land in shove.

Kaminari: “Gettin’ handsy Kacchan?” Bakugou: “Shut it sparky.” He murmured taking a seat on the couch next to Kirishima.