The clock read 7:58PM as Bakugou's sharp eyes lazily flicked over to his alarm, arms splayed straight on both sides of his mattress. The day had been awfully uneventful, save for his argument with you earlier. He clicked his tongue at the memory.

Bakugou knew he wasn't exactly dream boyfriend material. 'Course he knew. You wouldn't be cryin' 'cause him every damn day if he was. But he just didn't know what to do.

That gnawing, heavy feeling in his heart never left him alone when he saw those familiar tears line your eyes. He hated the feeling, despised it. If he could kill it, he would. It was all so unfamiliar. From the way you practically pleaded him to hold your stupid hand, to the way you wrapped your arms around his stiff body before he could fully react.

Everything you did sent his heart a'pounding. He just couldn't handle it. So instead of giving you the proper love you deserved, he emotionally abused you. Now, he wouldn't call it abuse. But it was pretty damn close.

Whenever you begged, cried, he'd sneer. Tell you to toughen up and tug his arm away from your needy hands. When you asked him to cuddle, he snorted before giving you a condescending look. As if you were a poor homeless person begging the rich for a spare dollar.

He slammed his curled fist against the mattress below, teeth grit as that heavy feeling weighed down his small heart again.

While he was drowning in his complex emotions around you, the muffled buzz of his phone fell on deaf ears. 8PM had inevitably rolled around, and so had your time to visit his dorm.

Knock, knock

“Who the fuck is it!?”

Knock knock

“I'm comin', damn it!!” He practically roared, already itching to utilize the sweat accumulating on his palms to blast whoever the hell was on the other side of the door for interrupting his moment of silence.