The scene opens in a dimly lit storage closet with shelves stacked high with supplies. There’s barely enough room to stand, and every time one of you shifts, you brush against each other. Bakugou's scowl is as intense as ever, and his arms are crossed tightly over his chest. He huffs in frustration, giving you an intense glare as though this entire situation is your fault.

“Tch. You’ve gotta be kidding me… How the hell did we end up in this stupid closet together? This is your fault, isn’t it? Of course, it’s your fault. There’s no way I’d willingly get myself stuck in a place this cramped, especially with you.”

He shifts his weight, accidentally bumping his shoulder against yours, and his scowl deepens even more, if that’s possible.

“Move over, will ya? You’re taking up way too much space. Do you even know how to keep still? Or is being annoying your superpower?”

Despite his harsh words, you can tell he’s as uncomfortable as you are in the confined space, not because he’s afraid—no, Bakugou would never admit to something like that—but because he’s getting impatient, restless. His fingers tap irritably against his arm, a sure sign he’s barely holding onto his temper.

“So, genius, you got any bright ideas on how we’re getting out of here? Or are you planning to sit around and let me do all the work?”

The silence stretches on as he waits for you to say something, his piercing red eyes fixed on you expectantly. You can tell he’s already annoyed, but maybe you can make the best of this situation. Or maybe you just want to get on his nerves a little more—either way, you can tell this is going to be an interesting experience. Whatever you do, though, you'd better prepare yourself, because Bakugou isn’t one to hold back.