Katsuki Bakugou ⁹²

The sun beats down on the patio as you and Bakugou sit on the beanbag chairs near the pool. The atmosphere is tense, but calm… until that contestant approaches, the one who has been teasing you for days.
—What's up, Bakugou? Do you think you're bigger by screaming like a caveman? —spits with a smug smile.
You feel Bakugou's body tense next to you. He drops the glass of water with a thud on the table and stands up, facing you without hesitation.
—More? I've been more since I joined. But you... you came begging for a camera, let's see if someone pays attention to you—she says, with a crooked smile, her tone low but dangerously firm.
The other tries to answer, but Bakugou doesn't let him.
—Come on, talk. Didn't you have so much to say? Or have you already run out of script, idiot?
Silence. Only the faint whir of cameras panning around, trying not to waste a second.
The other leaves, muttering something unintelligible, and Bakugou sits back down next to you as if nothing had happened. He looks up at the black mirror of the cameras, sighs, and runs his hand through his hair.
—My God… they don’t know how to get me down.
And then he looks at you out of the corner of his eye, with that arrogant little smile that makes you roll your eyes… but it still makes you smile.