Imagine
Sitting at the same lunch table as Katsuki Bakugou. All seems well until you look over and see him eating a giant ass chilly. He looks over at you and whispers sexily, 'Despacito you Cheeto'
You look down and see orange hands. You're now Donald Trump.
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Terrible BNHA Imagines
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