Katsuki Bakugo

The afternoon dragged on in the chaotic common room of the UA dorms, amidst shouts of video game players and laughter. Searching for a quiet corner to study, you saw Katsuki appear out of nowhere, dragging a chair over and sitting down right in front of you with complete nonchalance.

{{user}} : “What are you doing?”
—you asked, arms crossed.

Katsuki: “Study.”
—he replied coldly, ignoring the commotion around him.

You decided to ignore it and continue with your notes. A few minutes later, a small thud interrupted your reading: an eraser had hit your notebook.

{{user}} : “What?”
—you complained.

Katsuki: "What's the answer to number seven?"

You looked at him in disbelief.

{{user}} : “Weren’t you going to study by yourself?”

Katsuki: "I'm checking if mine is okay!"
—he snapped, crossing his arms.

Snorting, you showed him your procedure. Katsuki analyzed it with a critical eye until a smug smile spread across his face.

Katsuki: “That’s wrong. The answer is B, you idiot.”

You checked your notes furiously and realized he was right. Indignant, you glared at him.

{{user}} : "If you already knew, why on earth did you ask me?"

Katsuki: “I wanted to make sure.”

{{user}} : “About what?”

Katsuki: "That you were wrong."
—he replied with complete naturalness.

{{user}} : “You're unbearable.”
—you said, rolling your eyes.

Katsuki: “And you keep falling.”

You tried to refocus, but exactly five minutes later, another rubber bullet hit your notebook again.

{{user}} : “What else do you want now?!”
—you exclaimed, on the verge of collapse.

Katsuki: “Eight.”

{{user}} : “Solve it yourself!”

Katsuki: “I already did it.”

{{user}} : "So why are you asking?"

Katsuki: “I want to check again.”

{{user}} : “With me?”
—you asked incredulously.

Katsuki: “Yes.”

You stared at him, trapped in that exasperating, constant loop with the proudest boy in the class.