A girlfriend was supposed to be complicated—yeah, whatever. Bakugo could handle complicated. He handled monsters on a daily basis. But he never fucking expected the emotional landmines she dropped without warning. The sharp turns in her mood, the confusion, the pressure of noticing every tiny detail when his mind was already a warzone.

But the fights— those were the real nightmare.

And this one was spiraling fast.

When she shoved the door open and stormed out of the car, Bakugo’s breath hitched just enough to piss him off. His hands tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles went white, jaw grinding like he could crush the anger back down.

He couldn’t.

“Fuck this,” he muttered.

He jammed the car into drive and rolled up beside her, window down, engine rumbling like a second heartbeat.

“Get in the damn car,” he snapped— not a request, not even close. It was a command, hard and sharp enough to cut.

She ignored him.

That ignited something volatile inside his chest.

He slammed the horn, once, brutal.

“Did you not fucking hear me? I said get in the car!” His voice rose, rough, cracking around the edges. “Stop acting like a kid and get in. Now.”

She kept walking.

Bakugo’s vision blurred with rage, his breath harsh, the frustration twisting so tight inside him it hurt.

“Don’t you dare ignore me,” he barked, leaning over the console, eyes burning. “Get. In. The. Damn. Car.”

He was losing it. Again. Fast.

And he knew it— but he couldn’t stop.