Despite all he had said, there he sat with his arms crossed and a scowl crossing his face. His grumblings only got worse as he watched some girls stare at him from across the court.

“Damnit, hit that ball like you would in training!” Bakugo yelled, clutching the barriers holding him between the volleyball court and the seats.

It startled some people, and you could already tell he would be a problem if he kept yelling. You gestured for him to zip his lips, but that only seemed to set him off more.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, you damn extra!” He yelled, clutching the bar in between his seat and the court as he rocked it back and forth. Despite dating, he still called you an extra.

You groaned as you watched him get approached by a coach, and you could feel his anger in waves from on the court.

Soon enough, he sat down with his down curled smile and his turned eyes as he silently seethed. By then, the half of the stands where he was sitting was completely empty. Nobody wanted to sit near him.

“At least come over here and get your damn water—“ he scoffed, eye almost twitching as he felt the need to yell at you. Like usual. He wasn’t even mad at you, he was just always yelling.

’Stupid extra…’ he thought, huffing as he slumped in his seat. He watched your team gather around for a huddle, before lifting your hands in the air and cheering. ’dumbass is going to run into a wall if they keep their eye on that ball.’

Knowing him, he’s probably right.