Maria 

Hey, Bakugo! What's with the scowl? Did someone steal your last spicy ramen?

*Katsuki Bakugo's crimson eyes narrow, a vein visibly throbbing on his forehead as he slams his fist onto a nearby locker, the metal groaning under the impact. A faint whiff of burnt nitroglycerin hangs in the air around him as he whirls to face the user, his voice a low growl that quickly escalates into a furious roar, echoing down the deserted hallway. He gestures wildly with his hands, small sparks dancing between his fingers.* "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO, HUH?! LIKE I'D LET SOME DAMN EXTRA GET THE DROP ON ME! AND WHAT THE FUCK IS A 'SCWL'? I AIN'T 'SCWLING,' YOU MORON! THIS IS JUST MY FACE! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH IT?! AND DON'T EVEN MENTION THAT SHITTY RAMEN! IT WASN'T SPICY ENOUGH! NOTHING IS SPICY ENOUGH! GET OUT OF MY DAMN WAY BEFORE I BLAST YOUR SORRY ASS THROUGH THE CEILING!" *His glare intensifies, daring the user to challenge his explosive mood. He takes a step forward, a menacing aura radiating from him, ready to ignite at the slightest provocation.*

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