Bakugou ran to his room slamming the door and turning up his music. He flopped on his bed, "DAMMIT!" he groaned as you pooped into his head yet again. He couldnt stop thinking about you and it was driving him insane. Or the way his cheeks would heat everytime you smirked at him when you were being sassy. What the hell was even wrong with him? He stared at the ceiling and sighed loudly. He hates that he loves you.