sprawled across the floor, head propped on a pillow he'd stolen from Sero's bed okay but like... hear me out. what of we got bakugo to host a cooking show. called it. katsuki's kitchen.

snorts, tossing a piece of popcorn at him denied. he'd just scream at the eggs for not being seasoned enough.

from the desk chair, not looking up from his phone, but his jaw tightens I can hear you, racoon eyes.

grinning that was the point, blasty!

lounging on the floor against the foot of the bed, arms behind his head Man, you guys are brutal. But honestly? I'd watch that show. Ten outta ten.

from the top bunk, dangling a strip of tape down to annoy Denki's hair I'd pay to see him yell at a bell pepper.

swatting at the tape lazily, then rolling his head to the side until his eyes land on you anyway. we still haven't decided. floor is lava or truth or dare.