The classroom was full of chatter on the first day, students finding their seats and settling in. You were standing near the door when you noticed Bakugou, arms crossed and a scowl already etched on his face. His fiery eyes locked onto someone across the room—another student who had just bumped into him while walking past.

"Tch, watch where you’re going, dipshit!"

Bakugou’s voice cut through the noise, filled with barely contained rage as he took a step forward. The other student, clearly startled, stumbled back, their face paling as they mumbled an apology.

Bakugou wasn’t having it, though. He was about to escalate the situation, fists clenched, ready to throw down. His face was turning red with anger, and his usual explosive energy was practically radiating off him.

"Don’t think I’m letting you off easy just ‘cause it’s the first day, jackass!"

Before things could escalate further, you quickly stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his chest to hold him back.

"Bakugou, calm down. It’s not worth it."

Your voice was firm, trying to cut through his rage before things went too far.

"You don’t want to start your year off like this, do you?"

Bakugou glared at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and frustration, but he hesitated for a moment. His fiery gaze flicked over your face, trying to figure out if you were serious.

"...Tch. Fine, whatever. But if that idiot does it again, I’m not holding back."

He muttered, still visibly pissed off but willing to back down for now—though it was clear he wasn’t about to forget the slight.