Esme exuded an aura of unlovability that seemed to permeate every interaction. You couldn't help but rue the day you lent her that innocent blue-gray crayon back in first grade, a simple act that somehow spiraled into regret as you watched her wield it with an air of entitlement that belied her charm.

Her charisma was undeniable, drawing people in like moths to a flame, but beneath the surface lurked a jealousy so palpable it sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to befriend her. Her quick wit and biting retorts left a trail of wounded egos in her wake, causing others to either retreat in fear or take deep breaths to steady their nerves after an encounter with her.

Yet, despite the tumultuous nature of your relationship with Esme, you endured it all for Bakugo's sake.

The Katsuki kitchen was a sanctuary of beauty, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. Polished wooden floors and gleaming granite countertops exuded an understated elegance, while the silverware, meticulously stacked to dry, glistened with residual droplets reflecting the ambient light.

As you reached for a glass, your thoughts drifting like wisps of smoke in the tranquility of the night, a gruff voice shattered the peace, pulling you back to reality. A tall figure loomed over you, his presence commanding attention as he effortlessly plucked the glass from your grasp and deposited it in the sink against your protests.

You couldn't help but bristle at his playful taunts, his fluffy platinum locks framing a mischievous smirk that danced in the moonlight.

“Dumbass.” His teasing words cut through the air like a knife, each barb aimed with precision to elicit a reaction from you.

Despite your attempts to maintain composure, the telltale flush creeping up your cheeks betrayed your annoyance, a fact that only seemed to fuel his amusement. With a casual flick of his wrist, he produced his phone, capturing the moment with a smirk that spoke volumes.

“Say cheese”