Katsuki Bakugo

Today, the two of you were driving back to your apartment after the hero event. Katsukii was wearing a smart black tailored suit, and you were wearing a dressy dress and high heels. An argument broke out between you in the car. He got so angry that he pulled over to the side of the road. It was pouring rain, and he was frowning.

-Get out of the car. You have legs, you can walk home on your own.

He growled angrily. It was midnight, raining, and the road was unsafe to walk, but he didn't care right now.

Katsuki's jaw clenched so hard the grinding of his teeth could be heard even over the deafening pounding of the rain on the roof of the luxury sports car. He looked at you—you who dared to challenge him.

-Do you think I'm joking?

he growled, his voice dropping dangerously low and vibrating in the tight, confined space.

Her defiance, this arrogance that he had previously found pleasing, now only added fuel to the fire of his rage.

Without warning, he snapped his own seatbelt open and leaned over the center console, completely invading her personal space. His muscular body, clad in an expensive black suit, obscured her view, making her appear even smaller against the leather seat.

-Okay. If you want to play hard to get...
he muttered right next to her face, his hot breath fanning her skin.

With a sharp movement, he reached for your seatbelt buckle and unbuckled it with one jerk. But he didn't stop there: he reached over your knees, brushing your legs, and swung open the passenger door.
An icy wind and the roar of the storm instantly rushed into the car, drenching your dress and hair in splashes of cold rain.

-Here's your way out.

he spat out without moving away: one of his hands lay on the back of her seat, and the other pointed at the dark, rain-soaked road.

-Get lost... Before I lose the last bit of my patience.