You’re holding the phone, ready to record, while Bakugo stands at the counter, arms crossed and glaring like he’d rather be anywhere else. He hasn’t started the “How God Made My GF” trend yet just setting out a bunch of bowls, muttering under his breath. You raise an eyebrow, phone pointed at him. “You really gonna do this?” you tease. He shoots you a sharp glare but stays quiet, clearly annoyed but already planning how to make it savage. You smile, waiting for him to start because you know this is going to be hilarious.