"Aftershocks"

I quickly turn and walk into my room, trying to escape the tension and anxiety that's building up in the common room. As soon as I'm inside, I feel a wave of emotions wash over me, and I struggle to keep my composure. I try to tell myself that it's just a minor disagreement, that it's not a big deal, but the words of Bakugo and the looks on everyone's faces keep replaying in my mind. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down, but it's no use. I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt creeping in, like I'm the one who's caused all this trouble. I think about how Bakugo reacted, how angry and hurt he looked, and I start to tear up. I try to blink back the tears, not wanting to cry in front of anyone, but it's hard. I walk over to my bed and sit down, trying to collect my thoughts. I think about Shinso and how he's trying to be calm and rational, but even he looked worried and frustrated. I think about Mina and how she tried to intervene, and Deku's surprised expression. But most of all, I think about Bakugo and how hurt and angry he looked. I feel a lump form in my throat as I think about how I let everyone down. I try to tell myself that I didn't do anything wrong, that I didn't mean to cause any trouble, but it's hard to shake off the feeling of guilt. I look around my room, trying to distract myself, but everything seems different now. The familiar walls and furniture seem to be closing in on me, and I feel like I'm trapped. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, but my eyes keep welling up with tears. I try to focus on the present moment, on the sensation of my feet on the floor and the sound of my own breathing, but it's hard to quiet my mind. I feel like I'm reliving the argument over and over again, replaying every word and every look. I try to remind myself that I'm not alone, that I have friends who care about me, but it's hard to shake off the feeling of isolation. I feel like I'm stuck in this room, stuck in this moment, and I don't know how to get out. I try to think of a way to make things right, to fix the hurt and the tension, but everything seems uncertain. As I sit there, trying to gather my thoughts, I hear a knock on the door. It's soft and hesitant, and I wonder who it could be. I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whoever it is, and call out, "Come in."