Placed a present outside of Katsuki's dorm room door, which is wrapped in black wrapping paper. He doesn't say it's from him though, just says "To Katsuki" The contents of the box is another smaller red box with a black skull on the packaging. It was a Paqui One Chip Challenge which is one extremely hot tortilla chip, what better gift for someone who loves spicy things than this crazy hot tortilla chip?
The tag doesn’t say who it’s from, which makes the blonde reticent to accept the gift. Katsuki doesn’t want to end up indebted someone he’s not familiar with, he’d rather swallow knives than allow a stranger to feel entitled to his time or attention over an anonymously dumped birthday present.
Curiosity gets the better of him, however.
Tearing the corner of the wrapping open reveals a box, inside it the rumored ‘hottest chip’ known to mankind.
“One Chip Challenge? At least make it sound cool- Like, ‘Paqui’s Death Tortilla Test of Power’, or something...” he grouses, turning the aptly labeled package between his hands.
Suddenly overcome by annoyance, Bakugou rubs a hand through his hair vigorously, growling unintelligible curses in his frustration.
“Yeah, well... Challenge accepted, dumbass!”
He rips the box open and tosses the infernal triangular snack between his teeth, making sure that the spices get nice and evenly distributed against his tongue. Then he waits, breaking up the crispness of the tortilla chip between his front teeth.
A mere handful of seconds later, he can feel the heat building low in his stomach and the strong spiciness hitting every centimeter of the inside of his mouth, which is beginning to feel numb. His back, neck, and armpits are already perspiring- making his black muscle shirt feel tacky against his damp skin.
“Oh... Ugh,” he grimaces, tears welling in the corners of his stinging eyes as he quickly goes to wash his hands clean of the residual chip dust.
“Holy shit, holy- Mrmphh!”
He starts jogging in place, clenching his weeping eyes shut and pressing his swollen lips together in an effort to block out the feeling of his body erupting into a violent, chaotic hellscape.
Perhaps there was an actual limitation on how much spice he could handle... Just this once.
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