[When you have a mother like his, you learn to mind your manners in certain aspects, even if you're an uppity and spiteful brat like he is.
Oh my god, it is so funny watching Uraraka nearly choke on her food, and her kneejerk reaction at his challenge to not immediately leap upon it. Hook, line, and fucking sinker...though let's be honest, he would be in the very same boat if the tables were turned on him - they're similarly competitive, with Katsuki being far moreso. His lips tug up at the corners, as if waiting for her to lose her composure, and he snickers when she has to really restrain herself, that little crinkle of her brows and everything.
Though his smile vanishes at the gesture and the words, his one brows crinkling and one lifting up in confusion. Katsuki is not following you, Uraraka. He doesn't know what "this" is. Does she mean the constant goading?? The push to do better and be better? Because that's just his norm - Katsuki does it with everyone because he knows they can be better, they just need a kick in the ass to get moving. But Uraraka's always been tough, she just...never really gets a chance to show it. It's a damn shame, really. Her quirk is stupid strong.
Oop, there she goes, actually bringing that moment up. So she noticed, huh?]
LIKE HELL YOU DID!! [She absolutely did. If he didn't use all his power to blow back that insane, last-ditch special move of hers...they both would have been buried. Reckless idiot.] Tch, last time you took me by surprised and you still didn't touch me. Don't get a big head just because you came up with some cockamamie strategy all on your own.
[If you had a hard time...it was because Uraraka-san was leading you around by your nose! Those words ring in his head and Katsuki scowls. Fucking Deku...he was right. He hates that the prick was right. He stuffs a big bite into his mouth, chewing almost angrily. She better not do anything like that again, and risk endangering herself, or wearing herself out like she did...]
Ace the test, then we'll talk about training. Finish your food and get back to it. [He tugs out his phone to check the time. Mm...not the greatest. It's maybe another hour to the time he usually gets to his evening routine and then bed...]
It's unlikely she'll ever get the chance to argue with him in a relaxed setting like this again - let alone actually make a legitimate point in the process - so she refrains from pushing her luck, no matter how tempting it might be to press the advantage. That doesn't stop her from s l o w l y raising one eyebrow at him though, clearly not to be smug or anything. Not even a little bit! The bland smile on her face says as much.
Uraraka resumes nibbling on the katsu and rice (angry chewing excluded) in neat bites, pulling her notebook over with the pads of her fingertips to review the staggering amount of legible study material she's scribbled inside courtesy of Bakugou's Plus Ultra Study Regimen™. It's a shame he's such a hellion, really... with results like these, she would be tempted to ask him for help again in the future.
But that's neither here nor there.
Between scrolling on his phone and reviewing her notes, the quiet activity makes for a surprisingly peaceful dinner, broken only by the rattling of chopsticks on takeout containers or the riffling of paper. Only after she's fished up the very last grains of rice and crumbs of chicken that Uraraka lifts her head from her cheek to turn her attention to her classmate. ]
You know, I always wondered... what would you have done if I'd managed to make contact with my quirk?
Yaaay, I'm so glad!! Also sorry for my slowness, my games are both having busy events this month ;;;
[Brat... He narrows his eyes at her then just clicks his tongue, moving on because he knows that nothing he says will weave around the truth enough that she came frighteningly close to overpowering him. There's still a part that hates that - the pride and competitive spirit that's not easily quashed - but he also has a much deeper respect for a girl he thought as nothing more than one of Deku's minions. Uraraka deserves it, she's a lot more than people give her credit for.
Still a dum--...no, that's not quite right. She's not dumb, she's just a procrastinator, which might actually be worse. Needless to say, she needs all the fucking help she can get, and though he won't be tripping over himself to offer to help her study again, he won't immediately say no. She's doing pretty well, actually, and he's confident she'll not only pass the test, but get a high score, too. Because of course just passing was never on the table. Oh no, the perfectionist in him had to make sure she got at least a seventy-five or higher.
He's long since finished his food - Katsuki burns a lot more carbs than people think, so he snacks often - and when Uraraka is done, he reaches for her trash to toss it back in the bag with his own and tie off the ends to throw away later. But he question gives him pause, his head lifting up and one brow turning up. Now that's a question...]
Mm...back then I didn't have nearly as many moves as I do now. My quirk was pretty unrefined, as awesome as it is. [He cocks a, well...cocky little smirk her way, then clicks his tongue thoughtfully.] Best I could try to do was use it to move through the air...get in close enough to knock you out. It'd also depend on what would count as a ring-out. Or how much time I'd need to think of something on the fly.
[If just passing the border of the ringed in arena while floating would count as a ring-out, he'd be fucked. His output and quirk control to maneuver in the air would have to be pinpoint perfect and precise to stay in that "bubble", otherwise an overcompensation would fling him out in record time - like a rocket. It's why she was so fucking deadly back then...Uraraka's quirk works too well with his own. He'd be his own worst enemy if she managed to float him, and the dark look that passes his face is evident of how pissed he'd be.]
I don't know if you'd win or not, if you did manage...but we sure as shit wouldn't be sitting together now. [He would probably hate her on a level close to or even more than he did Deku.]
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Oooh, I hope you had a lovely time!! ♥♥
Oh my god, it is so funny watching Uraraka nearly choke on her food, and her kneejerk reaction at his challenge to not immediately leap upon it. Hook, line, and fucking sinker...though let's be honest, he would be in the very same boat if the tables were turned on him - they're similarly competitive, with Katsuki being far moreso. His lips tug up at the corners, as if waiting for her to lose her composure, and he snickers when she has to really restrain herself, that little crinkle of her brows and everything.
Though his smile vanishes at the gesture and the words, his one brows crinkling and one lifting up in confusion. Katsuki is not following you, Uraraka. He doesn't know what "this" is. Does she mean the constant goading?? The push to do better and be better? Because that's just his norm - Katsuki does it with everyone because he knows they can be better, they just need a kick in the ass to get moving. But Uraraka's always been tough, she just...never really gets a chance to show it. It's a damn shame, really. Her quirk is stupid strong.
Oop, there she goes, actually bringing that moment up. So she noticed, huh?]
LIKE HELL YOU DID!! [She absolutely did. If he didn't use all his power to blow back that insane, last-ditch special move of hers...they both would have been buried. Reckless idiot.] Tch, last time you took me by surprised and you still didn't touch me. Don't get a big head just because you came up with some cockamamie strategy all on your own.
[If you had a hard time...it was because Uraraka-san was leading you around by your nose! Those words ring in his head and Katsuki scowls. Fucking Deku...he was right. He hates that the prick was right. He stuffs a big bite into his mouth, chewing almost angrily. She better not do anything like that again, and risk endangering herself, or wearing herself out like she did...]
Ace the test, then we'll talk about training. Finish your food and get back to it. [He tugs out his phone to check the time. Mm...not the greatest. It's maybe another hour to the time he usually gets to his evening routine and then bed...]
It was amazingggg
[ Score one for Uraraka!
It's unlikely she'll ever get the chance to argue with him in a relaxed setting like this again - let alone actually make a legitimate point in the process - so she refrains from pushing her luck, no matter how tempting it might be to press the advantage. That doesn't stop her from s l o w l y raising one eyebrow at him though, clearly not to be smug or anything. Not even a little bit! The bland smile on her face says as much.
Uraraka resumes nibbling on the katsu and rice (angry chewing excluded) in neat bites, pulling her notebook over with the pads of her fingertips to review the staggering amount of legible study material she's scribbled inside courtesy of Bakugou's Plus Ultra Study Regimen™. It's a shame he's such a hellion, really... with results like these, she would be tempted to ask him for help again in the future.
But that's neither here nor there.
Between scrolling on his phone and reviewing her notes, the quiet activity makes for a surprisingly peaceful dinner, broken only by the rattling of chopsticks on takeout containers or the riffling of paper. Only after she's fished up the very last grains of rice and crumbs of chicken that Uraraka lifts her head from her cheek to turn her attention to her classmate. ]
You know, I always wondered... what would you have done if I'd managed to make contact with my quirk?
Yaaay, I'm so glad!! Also sorry for my slowness, my games are both having busy events this month ;;;
Still a dum--...no, that's not quite right. She's not dumb, she's just a procrastinator, which might actually be worse. Needless to say, she needs all the fucking help she can get, and though he won't be tripping over himself to offer to help her study again, he won't immediately say no. She's doing pretty well, actually, and he's confident she'll not only pass the test, but get a high score, too. Because of course just passing was never on the table. Oh no, the perfectionist in him had to make sure she got at least a seventy-five or higher.
He's long since finished his food - Katsuki burns a lot more carbs than people think, so he snacks often - and when Uraraka is done, he reaches for her trash to toss it back in the bag with his own and tie off the ends to throw away later. But he question gives him pause, his head lifting up and one brow turning up. Now that's a question...]
Mm...back then I didn't have nearly as many moves as I do now. My quirk was pretty unrefined, as awesome as it is. [He cocks a, well...cocky little smirk her way, then clicks his tongue thoughtfully.] Best I could try to do was use it to move through the air...get in close enough to knock you out. It'd also depend on what would count as a ring-out. Or how much time I'd need to think of something on the fly.
[If just passing the border of the ringed in arena while floating would count as a ring-out, he'd be fucked. His output and quirk control to maneuver in the air would have to be pinpoint perfect and precise to stay in that "bubble", otherwise an overcompensation would fling him out in record time - like a rocket. It's why she was so fucking deadly back then...Uraraka's quirk works too well with his own. He'd be his own worst enemy if she managed to float him, and the dark look that passes his face is evident of how pissed he'd be.]
I don't know if you'd win or not, if you did manage...but we sure as shit wouldn't be sitting together now. [He would probably hate her on a level close to or even more than he did Deku.]