It's Bakugo's birthday weekend, and he's taking you hiking with him.

But of course, he's mad.

"It's my birthday, so I pick the fucking music, damn it!" He yells.

You two have been arguing for the past twenty minutes about what music you should listen to.

He grabs your wrist.

"Don't argue with me." He growls, glancing at you before putting his eyes back on the road.

He has a firm grasp on your wrist.