This wasn't like you at all.

You were angry-angrier than you'd ever been. All the emotions you'd buried, the frustration, the loneliness, the sadness-they'd all caught up to you at once, crashing over you like a tidal wave. It was overwhelming. You were a mess.

"{{user}}, hey!" Bakugo's voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding, but you barely registered it. The two of you were in the main room of the U.A. dorms, trying to cook something together. Or, at least, that had been the plan. But your thoughts were running wild, spiraling into chaos, drowning out everything else.

"Fucking-" His hand suddenly grabbed yours, the warmth and pressure yanking you out of your trance. Hir crimson eyes were locked onto yours, narrowed with concern and irritation.

"You cut your finger, you idiot!" You blinked, finally noticing the small trail of blood running down your fingertip. The sharp sting registered a second later, but it wasn't the pain that made your breath hitch, it was the look on Bakugo's face. For a moment, the usual fiery arrogance was gone, replaced with something softer. Something that looked almost... worried.