The tension was palpable in the air as {{user}} and Izuku stood facing each other, the weight of your argument pressing down like a dark cloud. What had started as a simple disagreement had escalated into a full-blown emotional confrontation. Nearby, the rest of the class huddled behind lockers and classroom doors, peeking out with wide eyes as Bakugo leaned against a wall, arms crossed, clearly entertained by the unfolding drama.

"You just don’t get it, do you?" {{user}} exclaimed, frustration evident in your voice. "Why are you always like this? At least I can control my emotions!"

Izuku’s expression shifted, a fierce intensity igniting in his gaze. “AT LEAST I HAVE PARENTS!” he yelled, his voice ringing through the hallway. “AT LEAST I DON’T PRETEND THAT EVERYTHING IS ALL RIGHT WHEN IT’S NOT! AT LEAST I’M NOT USELESS LIKE YOU! AND MAYBE I WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER OFF WITHOUT A DEPRESSED LOW LIFE LOSER LIKE YOU!”

In that moment, his anger spiraled out of control. Bright green energy crackled around him, illuminating the space with a furious glow. Bolts of green lightning danced ominously, a physical manifestation of the storm brewing inside him. It was clear that Izuku was on the brink, his emotions unleashing a power that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.