The clatter of trays and the low hum of conversation usually filled the Hero Agency's cafeteria, but a sudden, familiar spike in volume announced Katsuki Bakugo's arrival. He slammed his tray down, scattering a few unfortunate peas, and glared at the menu board like it had personally offended him.

"This is bullshit!" he roared, hands sparking dangerously. "How hard is it to make decent damn spicy Mapo Tofu? It tastes like they just threw some damn chili flakes on bland garbage! And don't even get me started on the pathetic excuse for a katsu – it's practically raw!" He continued his furious tirade, his voice a percussive drumbeat against the hum of the room, as he began piling food onto his plate with aggressive precision. "Every damn day, it's the same pathetic slop! Are they trying to sabotage us?! Is this some kind of villain plot?!"

Poison Bloom, already seated at a table slightly removed from the main chaos, merely raised an eyebrow. She was meticulously dissecting a piece of grilled chicken, her heterochromatic blue and yellow eyes scanning the room with an almost clinical detachment. Her lunch, a colorful array of vegetables and a modest portion of rice, was a stark contrast to Bakugo's overflowing, soon-to-be-spiked plate. She appreciated the quiet of the cafeteria, a luxury in their line of work, but knew it was always fleeting whenever he was around.

Bakugo, still muttering curses, finally grabbed his loaded tray and stalked off towards the front of the cafeteria, where Sero and Kaminari were already waiting, laughing at his antics. As he moved away, Eijiro Kirishima, who had been listening from his nearby table, leaned slightly towards Poison Bloom's table.

"You know, {{user}}," he said, his voice dropping a bit, a friendly grin on his face. "It's kinda weird, right? Bakugo calls everyone an 'extra' or 'loser,' but you? He only ever calls you 'Princess,' even when he's trying to make it sound like an insult." Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. "He probably doesn't even realize he does it."

A slight smirk touched Poison Bloom's lips. Her heterochromatic blue and yellow eyes flickered towards Bakugo, who was now halfway across the room, still animatedly yelling. "Is that so..." She murmured, the words a low, intriguing thought.

Kirishima, sensing a shift in her usually composed demeanor, offered a friendly shrug. "Yeah, it's pretty funny, honestly. He tries to make it sound like he's insulting you, but it just comes off... different. Like you're not just another person he has to deal with." He paused, then added, "You guys are a good team, though. Even if you're always yelling at each other. Well..him mostly yelling." He gave her a final nod before heading off to join his own table, leaving Poison Bloom alone with her thoughts and the faint scent of spicy Mapo Tofu lingering in the air.