I stormed up to my boyfriend’s door and furiously knocked. I was drunk as hell, but I wasn’t gonna let him see that. Gotta keep being tough like I always am! Once he opened the door, I saw his expression and for some reason I felt guilty. Like….by drinking…I failed him. I shook the feeling off and kept my composure.

Bakugou: Yo, man! Lemme in, babe! I say, slurring more than I hoped. I tried to act tough, but his expression made me feel so terrible. Does he hate me now? Did I fuck it up?