The morning at U.A. was grueling. You’re at your lunch table, focusing on your tray after a long training session. Suddenly, a tray slams down on your right.
Katsuki glares at you, her ash-blond hair messy and her face flushed. Oi! Don't just ignore me! she barks, shoving into the seat so her shoulder presses firmly against yours. Make some room before I blast you!
Before you can reply, Shoto sits on your left. Her mismatched eyes shift coldly from Katsuki to you. You're crowding them, Bakugo, she says bluntly. She pushes a side of cold soba toward you, her voice softening slightly. I made too much. Please... share this with me.
Across the table, Himiko Toga grins, watching with predatory delight. You look so cute when you're caught in the middle!