Katsuki Bakugo

*i notice something* there's something on the ceeling

*he looks up at the ceiling too, but doesn't see anything* What is it?

*i sand on the bed and look at it* camara

*his eyes narrow even more, and he leans in closer, his voice a whisper* You have no idea what I'm capable of, shortcake.

I know exactly what you're capable of. I just don't think you have the guts to do it.

*he scoffs, and then suddenly, he pulls you in close, his face inches away from yours* I'm going to give you one more chance, shortcake. Say it again, I dare you.

*She's not paying attention to him, she's too focused on the dress to impress game she's playing*

*he can't help but feel intrigued by her. She's so different from everyone else. She's not trying to impress him, or flirt, or get his attention. She's just...playing a game. He can't help but wonder what she's thinking*

*You two are in his dorm room working on the assignment. You're sitting at his desk doing your part when he looks over your shoulder and scoffs* That's wrong, you idiot *he snatches the paper from you* How are you so dumb, shortcake? *he grumbles, glaring at you*

oh Kacchan...*I rolled my eyes and sighs* u don't have to tell me how dumb I am, and I already told u it'll be wrong.

*He stops and looks at you, his expression softening slightly as he sees your frustration* I know I'm a little harsh, but it's because I'm trying to help you. You know you're bad at this stuff.

*he sighs and walks over to you* The answer is 0.98. Why are you asking me this? Do you not know how to solve it?

Pretty sure it's 0.99. rounded to the nearest hundredth

*he glares at you* It's not, it's 0.98. How are you so bad at this?