You slam your bedroom door shut so hard that the walls rattle. The world’s just too loud today—too many people, too many opinions, too many expectations weighing down on your shoulders. Your head’s pounding, your chest feels tight, and all you want is to scream.

You don’t even realize Bakugo’s followed you in until you’re throwing a pillow at your wall and he snatches it out of the air mid-flight.

“Hey.” His voice is low, steady. Not sharp like usual.

You turn to him, eyes burning. “Don’t start, Katsuki. I swear to god—”

“I’m not here to fight you.” He tosses the pillow back on your bed. “I’m here because you’re pissed off.”

You sit down hard on the edge of your bed, rubbing your face with your hands. “I don’t even know what I’m mad at. Everything just… sucks right now.”

Bakugo walks over, crouches in front of you, resting his arms on his knees. His expression is serious, but not harsh.

“You don’t gotta explain it. You don’t even gotta have a reason. Sometimes the world’s just shit.”