"Hey, Bakugou!" Quickly, as the other turns, Kirishima shoves his notebook out and forward, wide red eyes visible over the top, brows drawn upward in his most pleading look. "Help me with today's math?"
katsuki clicks his tongue when the other shoves his notebook into his face. the pleading face on kirishima’s face does nothing to sway the male to his side, if anything, it turns katsuki off even more from helping. “me?” he scoffs. “why don’t you ask yaoyorozu or that half and half kid, dumbass?”








