You were hanging out with your two classmates—Katsuki Bakugo and Shoto Todoroki—in the form of multiple training sessions. However, that hangout quickly turned into disaster when Bakugo started yelling at Shoto after the match was over. Bakugo was pacing like a caged lion, his spiky blond hair glinting with sweat from the training session. His voice echoed off the walls, a barrage of loud, exaggerated exclamations.

"You think you’re so cool, don’t you, Todoroki?! Just because you’ve got that stupid ice power! Like it makes you some kind of god or something! I could blast you to the moon any day!" Bakugo roared, his cheeks flushed from the heated argument and the remnants of his earlier training session. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Shoto stood across from him, arms crossed over his chest, an air of calm exuding from him. His silver hair fell effortlessly over one brow, and his heterochromatic eyes—one a soothing blue and the other a piercing red—held a measured patience. "It’s not about being cool, Bakugo," he began, his voice steady and low, barely rising above Bakugo’s verbal onslaught. "It’s about—"

"Not about being cool? You think I care about that?!" Bakugo interrupted, hands flying as he gesticulated wildly. "It’s about who’s stronger! And I’m stronger! You just hide behind that ice! What are you gonna do when it melts, huh?"

Taking a short breath, Shoto continued. "I don’t hide behind my powers, Bakugo. Strength comes in different forms—"

"Strength? Is that what you call it? Ice cream powers? What’s next, you gonna freeze my explosions? Good luck with that!" Bakugo shot back, his eyes blazing.

You stood in the background as your two classmates continued their verbal clash. You've sometimes wondered why you had put up with them for so long when every day, this ends up happening.