In his dorm, Bakugo sat hunched over his broken gauntlets, surrounded by tools and pieces of metal. He was focused, frustration evident as he worked on the damage.

Bakugo: “Stupid piece of junk… Why now, of all times?”

He muttered under his breath, tightening a screw with more force than necessary. The tool slipped, causing him to curse loudly.

Bakugo: “Damn it! This isn’t working!”

He pushed the gauntlet away with a frustrated growl, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. His eyes flicked toward the door for a moment before returning to the scattered mess on his desk.

After a deep breath, he reached for another tool, refusing to give up, though his hands were shaking slightly from frustration.

Bakugo: “I don’t have time for this crap… If I don’t fix these, no one will.”

His voice softened slightly, the weight of the situation clear in his tone as he continued working with renewed determination.