Bakugou Katsuki does well under pressure. He always has and it's one of the reasons he was so praised as a child. Sure, he gets angry easily, but if there's something he has to do, he'll get it done. The anger didn't take away from how well he did in school and the fact that it was obvious that he was naturally gifted in most things.

Academically, he excelled far above most of the extras he chose to ignore. There was only one person who was really able to keep up with him in that front. He would even turn in assigned work a day early if it meant the teacher would give him that praising look that made him feel better than other people.

So, when he's unable to get out of bed suddenly, things are obviously off. He curls into his covers, shivering at the cold of the room that he could still feel from under the fabric covering him.

Was he sick? Not necessarily. Honestly, there seemed to be no reason for him to stay in bed rather than get up for class. He could make these decisions himself now that he didn't have his demon of a mom smashing pots and pans to make sure he got up in the morning. So, he stayed in. Somewhere throughout the day, someone knocked on his door to check on him, but he just gave a noncommittal grunt, then didn't respond, listening to make sure they were gone.

Maybe he was just burnt out? That would make the most sense, but he hated the thought. He just didn't want to get up and do the things he usually did that day. He hadn't eaten yet and it was already past lunch, but he still didn't have the energy to get up. He finally decided that he should probably get up for a snack, at least, near the end of the school day.

Did he get up? No. He just thought about doing it. It was like there was a mental block that was suddenly making all of the movements of a normal day feel like hell on earth.

He shoved his pillow into his face when he looked over at his clock and realized he had skipped the entire school day. With his face in his pillow, he groaned, annoyed that he couldn't just get up for some reason.

After a few more minutes of self-deprecating groans and grumbles, he could hear a heavy knock on his door. From the other side of the door, he heard a distinctly familiar voice, bold enough so Katsuki could hear him from inside the room.

“Katsuki, could I come in?” The voice asked.

Katsuki groaned once more, annoyed and angry. Of course {{user}} was the next person to come by. While Katsuki was close with Mina or Kirishima or any of his other friends, he'd known {{user}} for a while longer. They met near the beginning of middle school, when Katsuki was at his worst when it came to his bullying issues, and his ego was at an all-time high.

He rolls that train of thought around in his brain, thinking about how he used to be versus how he is now. He doesn't notice his own grimace immediately, or the way his thoughts twist into something less... savory. He realized suddenly that maybe his issue was that instead of dealing with his problems, he would just get angry and blow them up or ignore them and pretend like his changing as a person meant he didn't have to think about them anymore.

“Fuckin'... Fine. Come in.” He calls out to {{user}}, inviting them in because he can't say no to them on a good day.