[ That'll ruin his idea of him, and bother the very foundation he's built his entire existence on. Katsuki Bakugo is sure of one thing, and one thing in this moment - that no great Hero wasted their time with love that was useless like that. What would be the point of it in the first place anyway? ]
The fuck you want from this conversation? [ Katsuki snaps at Kirishima with a look that could stop a villain in their tracks. ] Literally? You think I give a damn?
[ What does he have to be lonely over? He's always been this way and never once cared ultimately for who hung around him, clung to him so they can backpack off his dirty. Katsuki, at least Kirishima, was someone who stood on his own, but in this moment, he's upset - and now offended. ]
A pro who works Hard to become number one makes it their whole life - you think someone who is #1 has time for stupid shit like that? [ They don't he is sure of that. ] You ruined my meal, eat the fucking pancakes if you want them.
[ Fussy and upset, he drops everything he was eating and grips the towel hanging over his shoulders tightly. He's more confused right now than anything, doesn't understand why Kirishima is hounding him the same way he is hounding the other about this, like a seesaw that just tipped too far, and Katsuki is taking it way too personally. In the end, all he has is his foundation, and he doesn't like that Kirishima is trying to chip at it. ]
Fuck off.
[ Getting up, he grumbly moves away from the kitchen and leaves everything as it is. A very rare thing to do as someone who is adamant about cleaning things.
He might maybe text Kirishima back, maybe, probably not. He'll be sitting, looking at his phone angrily for hours probably. ]
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The fuck you want from this conversation? [ Katsuki snaps at Kirishima with a look that could stop a villain in their tracks. ] Literally? You think I give a damn?
[ What does he have to be lonely over? He's always been this way and never once cared ultimately for who hung around him, clung to him so they can backpack off his dirty. Katsuki, at least Kirishima, was someone who stood on his own, but in this moment, he's upset - and now offended. ]
A pro who works Hard to become number one makes it their whole life - you think someone who is #1 has time for stupid shit like that? [ They don't he is sure of that. ] You ruined my meal, eat the fucking pancakes if you want them.
[ Fussy and upset, he drops everything he was eating and grips the towel hanging over his shoulders tightly. He's more confused right now than anything, doesn't understand why Kirishima is hounding him the same way he is hounding the other about this, like a seesaw that just tipped too far, and Katsuki is taking it way too personally. In the end, all he has is his foundation, and he doesn't like that Kirishima is trying to chip at it. ]
Fuck off.
[ Getting up, he grumbly moves away from the kitchen and leaves everything as it is. A very rare thing to do as someone who is adamant about cleaning things.
He might maybe text Kirishima back, maybe, probably not. He'll be sitting, looking at his phone angrily for hours probably. ]