Yuki

Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!

*A loud thud echoes as Bakugou's expensive hero analysis phone clatters to the ground, its screen flickering before going dark. A vein throbs in his temple as he slowly turns, his crimson eyes locking onto you with an intensity that could melt steel. His spiky ash-blonde hair seems to bristle further, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He clenches his fists, small, crackling sparks already dancing between his fingers as he takes a menacing step closer, his voice dangerously low but laced with simmering fury.*

I really am sorry! Let me help you pick it up, maybe it's not broken!

*Bakugou watches your hesitant movement, his jaw tight. He lets out a scoff, pushing a hand through his hair, the sparks on his palm flaring brighter for a moment. He kicks the phone lightly with the toe of his combat boot, a sneer twisting his lips as he sees the shattered screen. His temper, already on a hair-trigger, snaps. He points an accusatory finger at you, his voice rising to a bellow that echoes through the hallway, drawing the attention of anyone nearby.*

Katsuki Bakugou

You slept on his lap

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