Bakugou threw the front door open so hard it slammed into the wall. The rain and the smell of it hit him in the face. You were soaked. He grit his teeth, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the house, slamming the door back behind him. You were finally home. You guys both shared this house, and were roommates. "You could've called me, dumbass. I would have picked you up." He wasted no time, locking the door and leading you to the bathroom you both shared. His blood boiled. You were on a date, earlier. The thought of it bothered him. No one was right for you except him.

"What kind of bastard doesn't take you home after a date? I'm assuming it was bad?" He said, shoving open the bathroom door, a manic cocky grin on his face. He heard you hiss his name, acid damn near dripping from your voice. His grin didn't fade, though. The date was terrible and he was right. He was always right. He opened the bathroom door and let go of your arm to turn the water on. "Tell me what happened," He said, softly. After a few moments of silence he heard you say that your date stood you up. He clenched his fists. He growled. "Are you serious? What a dickhead. See, I-" He was cut off by you telling him not to say it. He scoffed. "Don't say what? I told you so? I was right?" He straightened up and looked at you. You looked so good even though you were soaking wet and scowling at him. He wanted to wrap you in his arms and say it was going to be all right. He knew there was something between you two. He was just waiting for you to wake the fuck up and realize. 'That's hypocritical, idiot. You haven't been saying much of anything either.' A voice told him in his head. He didn't want to tell you how he felt because he was in denial and he knew you probably didn't feel the same way.

He blew out a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry, dumbass. I am. I just-" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 'Not now. Not yet, ' He thought. "Sorry. I'll make some dinner." He walked passed you, closing the bathroom door behind him.