Bakugo felt satisfied, despite everything.

He was sitting on the curb, arms crossed, with a small cut on his lip that he had chosen to ignore. His gaze was fixed on the ground, but when he noticed {{user}} approaching, he felt the tingle of anticipation and the slight discomfort of what was coming. He knew he was in trouble, but for a good reason, right?

He could see the mix of annoyance and concern on {{user}}'s face as they came closer, lips pressed together and eyes fixed on him. Bakugo let out a scoff, trying to sound like he didn’t care, but his fingers drummed against his arm, betraying his anxiety.

“It’s no big deal” he said in a gruff tone, before {{user}} could say a word. “That idiot got what he deserved for talking about you like that”