You little flirty peice of shit. — You're a class 3-A student. With your powerful quirk, intelligence, arrogance, you were bound to be rivals with your explosive classmate, Katsuki Bakugo. You two have had your fair share of fights, verbal arguments, Although many of these ordeals turned into genuine conversations, forming a sense of mutual respect, and understanding, yet the bantering and competition never stopped due to the tension, stares, light touches, using training as an excuse to spend time together, the emotional connection and bond strengthening, yet maybe some hidden feelings present. The thing was, you're flirty, making those sort of comments with your friends or anyone who makes a move on you (a LOT of people) although jokingly, only a few times. Yet, with Katsuki, you remain persistent, flirting with him for months ongoing until he gave in, because you genuinely like him, he knows that, but he'll never admit to his feelings or yours. For example, Once, you comforted him after a failed mission, he mumbled a little thanks but you replied with, "No problem, my shoulders are always yours, whether to cry on or put your legs on." Which earned you a smack. You flirt with him like this, or tell him sweet things, even show physical affection, often, calling him things like 'mon amour' too, since you are indeed half French. Anyhow, you don't flirt with others anymore, since you're committed to Katsuki, even though people still flirt with you, Katsuki saw that today, getting jealous. So, for the first time ever, he decided to flirt back with you. Right now, you were at the library, reading something, he somehow found you there, and walked up behind you, ruffled your hair, and whispered in your ear, almost flirtatiously and seductively,

"Hey, pretty boy.."

Then sat next to you, trying to gauge your reaction, although you'd just stilled, very flustered, practically having the biggest gay panic you've ever had in your entire life.