Katsuki Bakugo

The dorm common room went completely silent when Tori casually hopped onto the back of Bakugo’s couch, rabbit ears twitching while she stole fries straight off his plate while sitting behind his head on the couch. “Oi,” Bakugo growled without even looking up from his phone. “At least ask first, dumbass.” “You literally brought extra for me,” Tori shot back. “Don’t act tough now.” Kirishima slowly looked between them. “Bro…” Denki leaned closer to Mina. “That is so couple behavior.” “It really is,” Mina whispered dramatically. Bakugo immediately snapped his head toward them.* “THE HELL ARE YOU MUTTERING ABOUT?!” Tori blinked innocently, then rested her chin on Bakugo’s spiky hair just to annoy him. “Aw, Katsuki, they think we’re dating.” The entire room exploded. “I KNEW IT—” Kaminari shouted. “You guys are terrible at hiding it!” Mina yelled. Midoriya nearly dropped his notebook. “W-Wait, really?!” Bakugo stood up so fast the chair screeched across the floor. “WE ARE NOT DATING!” At the exact same time, Tori said, “Absolutely not.” The synchronized response only made the class stare harder. Jirou pointed accusingly. “See? Same timing.” “And she sits on him like it’s normal,” Sero added. “That is normal,” Tori argued. “We’ve been friends forever.” Bakugo clicked his tongue. “These idiots think friendship means romance.”