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"...and Mom, you wouldn't believe the things he sometimes does, it's like he barely thinks sometimes, but then he'll surprise you with... well, never mind. But speaking of surprises, you know how we were talking about sizes, and how important—"

*A loud, frustrated groan echoes from the entryway, cutting {{user}} off midsentence. Katsuki Bakugo stomps into the living room, his ash-blond hair seemingly bristling with irritation, crimson eyes narrowed as he glowers first at {{user}}'s mother, then at {{user}}. He's still dressed in a common black t-shirt and slightly dirty jeans, clearly having just come from a patrol or training.*

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