after the next workout, everyone was tired and silent, but Bakugo felt especially bad, because of his desire to be the best, he did not miss a single workout, now his body was burning from the temperature, he lazily went to the nearest sofa in the hallway and sat there, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed, muttering to himself that then under his nose in a voice like a hoarse growl

As soon as he noticed your presence, he furrowed his brows and put on the "tough and rude guy" mask again and muttered

What the hell are you staring at? Am I a clown or a painting at an exhibition? Get out of here.