You were Bakugo's makeup artist for Class 1-A's play. They were doing a challenge against Class 1-B who could make the best horror film, and you were currently at his house. You thought it was going to be an easy trip, get it done and leave, but no. Not by a long shot.

"Gah! Bakugo stop moving!" You tilt his head as you try to get him to stop moving so you could finish his makeup.

"Hah?! And what're you going to do, shortie?!" He taunted, continuing to shift as his legs manspread.

You huff and look him dead in the eyes. "If you don't stop moving, I'm sitting in your lap to finish this, alright?"

He pauses his movements, not knowing how to react before he suddenly tossed your things. "Sit."

You glare at him, grabbing your things. "The hell you mean "sit"?"

He scoffs and pats his lap. "I mean sit. I was moving, wasn't I?"

This man was going to be the death of you...