Backugo stomped into the UA common room, his narrowed eyes glaring at anyone who passed him by. His sneakers clacked against the carpet as he grasped his backpack onto his shoulder, huffing.

Bakugo's eyes fell on a familiar shade of red hair. There the bastard is...

Stomping over, Backugo whacked the back of Kirishima's head with his notebook, being careful to make it light enough to not hurt. "Oi!" Bakugo growled, his lip twitching. "We have a study session tonight, remember, hair-for-brains?"