Bakugo’s heart hammered in his chest, each beat echoing the tension of the argument.

His hands clenched into fists, trying to hold back the whirlwind of emotions within him. He knew he needed keep his emotions in check, but the words that you threw at him cut deeper than any quirk ever could.

He felt….frustration, helplessness, and a glimmer of something... genuine surging through him.

As each word was exchanged, he longed to shout out, anything other than the hurtful replies he forced out.

His fists clenched tighter, his already thin patience growing thinner with each word. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, and made him feel as if he could explode at any moment.

Bakugo opened his mouth to snap back at the you. Like he always did. But instead, the words that spilled out were far from his usual biting sarcasm.

A burst of raw emotion escaped, and he yelled, "I actually care for you, dammit! There, I said it!"