Katsuki Bakugoo

"Look, it looks like you. A bitch."

Katsuki pointed at the sky with a monotone voice, flashing his shit eating grin at you a few seconds after as he turned his head to look at you on the cement you two were laying on. Somehow, it didn't feel uncomfortable for the rich fucker who has never laid on a hard surface like this. Infact, he felt at peace. Just you and him, watching the constellations in the sky while laying on the rooftop of the 2-A dormitory building - way past curfew, and aizawa would probably somehow find out - but Katsuki was too peaceful to give a crap about that.

Ofcourse, he couldn't resist being the asshole he is - it's in his nature to be a jerk after all. If he's not, then he wouldn't even be Katsuki anymore. He'd just be a loser extra.

"Don't get offended, loser. It was a damn joke."

He added on with a scoff, his smirk faltering ever so slightly as he made sure to let you know he didn't actually mean what he said - it was just how he showed affection, by insulting the people he actually likes. He turned his to look back at the sky, one of his hands on the back of his head like a punk.