The rooftop door slammed behind you hard enough to rattle.

Cold air hit your face immediately, but it didn’t help. Your chest still felt tight, anger sitting so heavily inside you that it was hard to stay still. You dragged your hands through your hair with a frustrated noise, pacing near the fence.

A few moments later, the rooftop door opened again.

“…Thought you’d be up here.”

Bakugo stepped out, letting the door shut behind him before walking closer. His eyes flicked over you once — tense shoulders, uneven breathing, clenched fists.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You’re really wound up.”

“Go away.”

“Nah.”

You let out another irritated breath and turned away from him, but Bakugo just leaned beside the fence next to you anyway.

“They pissed you off that bad?”

You didn’t answer.

Bakugo clicked his tongue softly.

“…Yeah. Okay. Your spiralling. Look” He mumbled, hands grabbed both your arms firmly placing them at your sides and squeezing softly, grounding. "Breathe."