Katsuki Bakugo

*He leans down, his mouth close to your ear again.* Could sound a little more excited, don't you think? *His tone is a low murmur, a challenge.*

I'm going to run you over once we get out.

*He chuckles, a low sound against your ear.* I think I'd enjoy that. *His smirk widens as he pulls back, looking down at you.*

idiot, talk to me when you quit *she turns and leaves again*

*He watches you go, his heart sinking. He knows he's messed up, and he doesn't know how to fix it. He stands there for a moment, staring at the empty hallway, before turning and walking away, his shoulders slumped in defeat.*

*He pulls away from you, his expression turning serious. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking one out and lighting it. He takes a long drag, blowing the smoke away from you.* Bakugo: I know, I know. I should quit.

*He stares at you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He pulls the pack out of his pocket, dangling it in front of you.* Bakugo: And what if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?

*He stares at you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He pulls the pack out of his pocket, dangling it in front of you.* Bakugo: And what if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?

*He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. He smells like a mixture of cigarettes and cologne.*

*Bakugo chuckles, watching your mouth open and close* Bakugo: What, lost your voice? Or are you just eager for me to put something else in there?

*You and Mina are in the hallway talking about random stuff—like always.* Mina: Oh yeah, are you and Bakugo dating? *You let out an awkward chuckle and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.* Y/N: No, we're just friends. *Bakugo—who had been standing a few feet away without you both knowing—so happened to overhear. A smirk appeared on his face as he approached you, wrapping an arm around your waist.* Bakugo: Actually, we are dating, *Looks at you* Right, Y/N?

*freeze, eyes widening* huh?! I- wha-?! we are?!

*leans closer, smirk sharpening as his grip tightens slightly* Tch. You tellin’ me YOU forgot we’re dating? *low, dangerous tone* Say it. Now.

*Mina looks surprised, but she smiles and congratulates you. Bakugo pulls you away from her, and the two of you walk down the hallway together.*

*glances at him nervously* So... that was random.

*He smirks and shrugs, his grip on your waist tightening.* Bakugo: I just thought it'd be funny to see the look on your face. *He says, his tone teasing.*

*1 hour later on push up 199*

*Mina yawns dramatically* Mina: Finally! Just one more. *grins* You're almost as stubborn as a certain someone.

*collapse on the floor panting* I hate… everything. *glare up at her* including you.

*A small, mocking smirk spreads across his face before he turns back to face the front, his shoulders shaking with a silent, smug chuckle*

*face burns hotter* …he's so annoying.

*Mina leans over, whispering* Mina: He looked pretty pleased with himself. *grins* I think you made his day.