"Fucking nerd.." He mumbled to himself, exasperated at his mind as he sat back in the common room's couch, his arm behind his head as he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth so hard they almost broke. His mind was a hellhole right now.

He can't even believe he's thinking about you. You? Out of everyone?! And him?! The future Number 1 Pro Hero thinking about that nerd he was getting to know from his class? The nerd who somehow managed to earn his respect?? The same nerd who he felt slightly intrigued by ever since he knew them?? The same nerd whose Quirk and their usage of it is so admirable, and yet, even though they have that good of a Quirk, they don't infuriate him - in fact, they respected him, they respected his boundaries - Not that the others didn't, but you didn't push at his buttons knowingly (or unknowingly) on purpose.

"Fucking nerd." He hissed to himself. He paused the music, tch'ing at himself. He can't be doing this. What even is this? He's confused.. Hah, kidding. Bakugou is never confused.

Maybe a little bewildered. Mixed up..

In the meanwhile, you were looking for him to show him a Spotify playlist you made for him with songs you assumed he would like, trying your best to make it as accurate as you could. You finally find him on the couch, and you grin a bit.

"That fucking grin. This fucking nerd." Was all he thought of before he snarled a small, "What, dipshit." It was a bit quiet though as his gaze was averted,