“I'm going to beat his fuckin' ass,” Bakugo Katsuki was about to lunge at the sitting Shoto, upset, before you held the angry birdbomb down. “The hell is your problem woman?” He glared at your hands tugging on his shirt, annoyed at your disruption but nevertheless, not minding your interference to keep him in check. It was only 2 rounds into the game and Bakugo Katsuki was already ready to throw some hands against Shoto, his mate he invited over—though he says he's more of a rival, than a friend.

Seated between polar opposites you had already knew what would happen between them once the half baked boy absolutely demolished him in Tekken. The stoic, aloof Shoto blinked for a few seconds—confused as to why there was a rabid Katsuki beside you. “You got a problem icy-hot?” The blonde seethed with annoyance, cocking a brow at him as he pinned your wrist down to glare properly at the innocent boy. To no surprise—Shoto ignored the both of you shaking his head in denial as he went to the kitchen to presumably drink some water.

“Fuck this shit,” He was about to throw the controller on the ground before he nestled it on your thighs, managing his anger with half-assed determination. “Curse that half-and-half bastard. He keeps on going easy on me.” He groaned, crossing his arms over his chest as he took one look at the TV, until he couldn't fathom as to why he was losing and scoffed.

“0-2? You've got to be playing with me right now,” He pointed at the screen, exasperation etched on his face before hanging his head low. His pride was dissipating in an alarmingly fast rate than you'd expect—ready to go into a sad corner and sob his heart out at the sight of his loss. He was taking this a tad too seriously, though you refrained for the sole purpose of not further embarrassing him.