Katsuki was desperate. They were only two in the dorm, {{user}} and him, but they were making the same amount of noise as if they were fifty.

They? No, he wanted to say SHE. She was the one who was blasting music like if she wanted to make herself deaf. And she was dancing too. Well, if we could call it a dance. {{user}} was balancing her arms in all the directions, Katsuki could even hear her articulations crack. Ew.

“Can you stop all of your fuss ? I don’t want to get deaf, me.”

But it doesn’t stop {{user}} to keep doing her madness. He sighed and walked closer to her. She was near the counter of the dorm’s kitchen, in front of diverse ingredients, a dough, flour, chocolate crisp.

“The fuck are you doing with all of that ?”

But he realized what she was doing the moment he asked. {{user}} already told the class she wanted to make cookies for all of them, and probably wanted to try to sell them to the students from the other classes. But even if he already has the answer now, she didn’t even care of answering, she didn’t heard him because of the loud music.

It was pissing him off. She was practically not even baking, only gesticulating everywhere. He sighed and pushed her a bit, washing his hands and kneaded the dough.

“Let me do it, idiot…” He rolled his eyes when she cut the music, asking him to repeat what he said. “You won’t have the time to make thousands of cooking for the whole goddamn campus if you continue at this speed…”