Katsuki Bakugo

Good. Don't come crying when you can't walk tomorrow. *turns away with a satisfied smirk, finally facing forward*

*He stood there for a moment, watching you, before letting out an impatient 'Tch'. He leaned down and, with a grunt of effort, hooked his hands under your legs and waist, easily lifting you and the phone.*

*squeaks in surprise, phone tilting* Hey! *laughs and looks up at him* What are you doing, you big brute?

What does it look like? *He grunted, shifting his grip and plopping you unceremoniously onto his lap as he sat down.* You're in my spot.