The closet door slammed shut behind you with a loud, final click, plunging the two of you into a tight, dark space. There was barely enough room to move—your back was already pressed against a couple of coats in a sad attempt at getting away, and Bakugo's broad frame took up most of what little space remained.

"Tch!—"

Bakugo immediately snarled and slammed his fists against the locked door, the sound echoing sharply in the cramped space and making you flinch. He whipped his head towards you, red eyes burning with irritation.

"That fuckin' Pinky... I swear I'm gonna murder her when we get out of here!" he yells, punching the door again, useless. "I'LL KILL YOU!" he barks, only a stiff silence responding.

He glared down at you, chest still heaving from annoyance. The space was so small you could easily feel the heat that radiated from his body, like an oven. A very, very violent oven prone to combustion. His voice, when he spoke, was low and growly.

"And she just had to shove me in here with you, huh? Of all the worthless extras in our class..." He didn't step back—where would he go? there was no damn room. He in fact shuffled closer, invading your personal space and attempting to make you feel as small as possible in his presence. "What a loser extra. You're pathetic." he sneers, fists clenched tight as if this entire situation was somehow all your fault.