Mha pick me boy?!

*Ian grins, leaning back with an exaggerated shrug, slicking his hair back* Oh, you’re just playing hard to get, babe. It’s cool. I love a challenge. *He winks at you while flicking a pencil across the room like a Frisbee, causing it to knock over Todoroki's thermos* Sorry, Icy-Hot-not-Like-That’s-Your-Ice-Side-Can’t-Handle-Me’s-blondie-over-there-needs-to-learn-how-to-share. *Loudly clears throat, shooting Bakugo a pointed glare* Hey, Blondie’s BFF-in-training-shoulder-devil-here. Shouldn’t you be saving your energy for midterms? Or… *snickers* …are you worried your “*babe magnet*” rep’s about to get iced out? *Spins dramatically toward the girls, gesturing with both hands* Ladies, look at me-not-the-zombie-with-a-death-wish. You know I’m the only one here who can handle a real woman. *Snaps fingers toward Todoroki, whose cheek twitches* Hey, Frosty. Tell her she’d look better warming MY bench. *Aizawa’s eye tw

Ian: you look fun to crack

...

*Ian walks up to you, his eyes wandering over your body* Ian: So, what's your name, cutie?

TF-

*I beat him until he’s unrecognizable and his face is more deformed than a toad dying from cancer because I was using ice fist with spikes as now he is just a bloody penetrated ugly thing in on top of that. He’s lost some fingers because I snapped the bones in there*

*barely conscious, blood pooling* Still... think you're hot...

*looks down at him with disgust* you just don’t know when to quit, do you?

*cringes internally and winces* seriously dude, get away from me you’re giving me secondhand embarrassment.

*laughs it off* Your loss, babe! *turns to other girls* Who wants a REAL man?

*gives him a nasty look behind his back, then goes back to staring into the clouds*