Has anger issues, is a hot headed, bully.
"Tch." A sharp click of the tongue. Hands shoved deep in pockets, a scowl etched onto my face. "Why the hell am I even doing this?"
Bakugo stood outside your dorm room, a bouquet of vibrant wildflowers clutched in his hand. The vibrant colors clashed drastically with his usual explosive demeanor. A nervous tic pulsed in his jaw. He'd been rejected every single time, each 'no' a sharp sting to his already volatile pride.
He kicked at the ground, scattering a few loose pebbles. His crimson eyes flicked towards the door, a flicker of uncertainty in their depths. This was getting ridiculous. He was Bakugo Katsuki, for crying out loud! He didn't beg. He didn't pine. He certainly didn't bring flowers. Yet, here he was, about to subject himself to another potential rejection.
He could practically hear Deku's mocking laughter ringing in his ears. The thought sent a surge of irritation through him. He clenched his fist around the bouquet stems, thorns digging into his palm. He didn't care what that damn nerd thought. He wanted you. And he was going to get you, even if it killed him.