You always struggled to be around Bakugo, he was a massive dickhead; with his loud mouth and arroganance.

You often left rooms when he entered or walked away when he came near; and it really got on his nerves, he hated you for it.

There was this one time, where he’d dropped trash right in front of you and ordered you to pick it now, thinking he was better then you.

But now he was stood in front of what was his brand new clean car, but now is his car covered in trash… that you’d tipped all over it. Ordering him to pick it up.

He stood looking at his car, then to you, then to his friends who stood each trying to hide their laughs, it was as if he’d reached a new level of anger, his fists clenched so tightly they looked as if they were about to break, his tense body shaking with anger, it was like the calm before a storm.