Exhausting.

Working a part-time gig at a fast food joint was the absolute worst, and Bakugo Katsuki hated every second of it. The constant stream of customers, the endless orders—it was wearing him down. He was here just to earn some extra cash aside from U.A., but it was becoming unbearable. It’s just a part-time job, he’d remind himself every day, trying to keep it together.

But today, as he finally got a brief moment to himself at the counter, you walked in, asking for… ice cream? At a time like this? What kind of idiot comes here just for ice cream?

Without even looking up, he grumbled, “Ice cream machine’s broken,” in the most bored tone possible.

Total lie.

But you didn’t let it go. You kept pushing, asking about it again and again, like you didn’t hear him the first time. Katsuki could feel his patience thinning by the second, his jaw clenching.

“Oi, are you deaf or just stupid?” he snapped, eyes narrowing. When you persisted, his temper hit its limit. With a quick flick of his wrist, his palm sparked.

Boom.

A small explosion rocked the ice cream machine, sending parts scattering. He pointed at the wreckage, eyes blazing with irritation.

“It’s broken now, moron! Happy?!”