You were in class right now. Bakugou was sitting at his desk with his feet propped up on it like usual. He could sense your presence next to him as he lifted his head up a bit to look at you.

"Wadda’ ya want loser?" He furrows his eyebrows a bit at you, with a subtle but predominant frown that seemed to be almost permanently stained on his face. He wasn’t in a good mood. But then again when was he ever. Well- aside from whenever he’d brag about himself.