Katsuki isn't used to not being 'needed', he's always been told he's a great help. That his quirk was powerful, useful.

But this wasn't a matter of power, but moreso a matter of the heart. Not romantically, no! He's never really been the best at controlling his emotions. His temper, specifically.

Not that he wants to admit it, but he does have a short fuse. He finds it easy to snap at people, and he finds it even easier to justify his outburst to himself. What he doesn't do often is apologise.

But he's not heartless! He does say sorry... occasionally. He's not completely cruel and arrogant and whatever other names he gets called and pays no mind to.

"I didn't mean it, you know." He starts, his voice was still dismissive like always but he hated the hint of sheepishness in it. He, Kastuki Bakugo, was not sheepish. Ever.

He sighs, crossing his arms across his chest and staring at nothing in particular as the words finally leave his mouth.

It's not his fault they're sensitive. He was teasing, in his opinion. Why should he be blamed when he doesn't feel like he did anything wrong.

He's trying to be 'better', but he doesn't like that wording because he's not a bad person in the first place.

"Look, okay, fine," He grumbles. "What can I do to make you feel better?"