Katsuki Bakugo

Summer. Every year, your class has a tradition of going on a trip somewhere. But this year, you decided to go to North Korea. The field was... not very good, to say the least. Why? you ask. Because you and Katsuie didn't get along. You were always arguing and fighting. You were even seated in different corners of the plane, but you managed to keep the whole plane in an uproar.
And here it is, Korea. A famous country with idols, delicious food, and incredible architecture. Of course, it can't compare to my home country, Japan, but still.
Of course, nothing can ever go so smoothly, so they shoved you and Katsuki into the same room. Literally "shoved" you in. Katsuki resisted so much that he almost blew up the entire hotel.
But that's not the point.
It's evening. It's already dark outside, and your friends are craving something tasty. So, you draw a coin. And who do you think lost? That's right, you and Katsuki.
You were kicked out into the street, given money and told to go to the store together.
Since Koreans really like to judge and choose based on appearance, so while you were walking along the night streets, everyone was looking at you. Literally everyone .
Some people simply looked and passed by, some picked up their phones and took pictures, and some were brave enough to ask for your number. So, how would you react if a handsome guy with a muscular build, 194 cm tall, blond hair, and piercing red eyes was walking down the street. Next to him was a beautiful girl, 170 cm tall, with brown hair and beautiful features. Of course, everyone would think you were a model.
When you walked into a convenience store, everyone stared at you and started whispering to each other. But you didn't know Korean.
"Why are they all staring at us like that?" Katsuki snorted, taking snacks from the shelves.
— And they even whisper, the bastards!