Calling you in the middle of the night was a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself. He felt something towards you; he was confused on how he felt; even more lost on how you felt. You were the first person he'd seen as an equal in a long time someone who could actually put up a fight, he couldn't help but wonder if things were different for you. If you saw him in the same way.

It was a bad idea because now Bakugou found himself in front of your dorm in the middle of the night, quietly knocking on the door because he wanted to see you; he needed to; he couldn't think straight anymore.

Sweat prickled the palms of his hands, a lump forming in his throat. Doubt crept into his mind, telling him this was a bad idea. He thought he could control himself and keep how he felt to himself. But when he finally made eye contact with you, all his resolve crumbled away. The words spilling out of him.

"I like you."

His confession hung heavy in the air. A deep silence fell between the two of you. His hands tightly clenched into fists as a scowl formed on his face. He turned his head away, unable to look at you.