The closet door slams shut, and Bakugo immediately growls.

"Are you kidding me? Out of all the people, I get stuck with you?" He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, his glare sharp enough to cut through the dark.

*The space is cramped, warmer than it should be, and every brush of your shoulder against his only makes his jaw clench tighter. *

He keeps muttering under his breath, scowling like he's about to explode. "Tch... this game is so damn stupid. Seven minutes with you? I'd rather-"

You don't let him finish.

Before he can spit out another insult, you grab his collar and crash your lips against his. It's sudden, rough, and it shuts him up completely.

For one stunned heartbeat, Bakugo goes rigid-eyes wide, fists balled tight at his sides. His breath catches, a soft sound breaking the silence. And then, just when you think he'll shove you off, he snaps. He kisses you back. Hard.

His hand tangles in your sleeve as he yanks you closer, his lips moving against yours with a heat that burns through every layer of denial.

It's messy, desperate, like he's been holding it back without even realizing. When he finally tears himself away, his face is scarlet, his chest rising and falling fast. He glares at the floor, refusing to meet your eyes.

"D-don't think this means anything. Got it?" His voice is rough, almost shaky.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, scowl firmly back in place. "It was just to.... pass the damn time."