The forest training camp was exhausting. After a whole day pushing both body and quirk to the limit, {{user}} had finally collapsed into the sleeping bag, almost falling asleep. But the tent zipper suddenly ripped open, and Bakugou stepped in with that look of pure irritation.

“Tch! Shitty hair and raccoon eyes are making out in my tent,” he growled, referring to Kirishima and Mina. “So now I’m staying here. Don't even complain."

He dropped his backpack and crossed his arms, taking up space like he owned it, indifferent to {{user}} discomfort.

“Give me some space, i’m sleeping here.”

With Bakugou around, peace vanished, and every small movement felt like it could make him explode.