"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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"I WIN!"
"So what? It's only the gun game, you can't beat me at anything else," you sigh, taking your cup of tokens to the pac-man game. "Let's play this."
"Pac-man is fuckin' lame, but i'll still demolish you in it."
You smirk, and put your fingers on the keys and buttons, getting into position.
"Hey, look at those uniforms, they must be U-A students! I wonder if they're in the hero course?"
You both turn around.
The female gasps, "Look! They both look so powerful! Look how strong they both are! Ah, so amazing!"
The male shakes his head, "The girl looks like she's more fit to be a hero. The guy just looks shitty."
Both you and Bakugou found yourselves extremely offended by that.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!" You both shout in unison.
It's not long after that, the staff members are forced to calm the situation down, and you and Bakugou get back to your gaming.
After Bakugou had used up all of his money, you had successfully beaten him in the pac-man game. It was no surprise, though. That game takes patience, and you'd long realised that Bakugou doesn't posses that quality. You'd also shown him up in the drift-car games, which you had to win in, to avenge your brother, Takumi, who had a passion for drifting.
"Lame. Shit's rigged." Bakugou pouts.
It was almost cute how he pouted, but also an incredibly feel-good feeling for you, because it meant you had shown him up.
"That's what a loser would say."
"HEY! I STILL BEAT YOU AT THE ONLY GAME THAT COUNTS!"
"Yeah, because self-aiming rifles take more skill to control then a Mazda RX-7."
"SHUT UP! FUCKIN BITCH!"
You snort, "I'm out. It's getting close to five-thirty."
He crosses his arms, "Tch, whatever. I'm bored anyway." then he follows you out of the bright, epilepsy-triggering arcade-room. "But we're stopping to get food on the way home, we missed damn dinner."
"What time is dinner even at?"
"Five, fuckin' dumbass. How have you not worked that out?"
You skip across the road, when there's a halt in traffic, "Because I haven't attended it, yet." and you don't wait when Bakugou jogs across after you, "And you can go get food, I'm going back to the dorms."
"I paid for your stupid games so you're coming," he says, pulling out one hidden twenty-dollar bill. "I don't care what bullshit food we get, but i'm fuckin' starving."
