Katsuki Bakugou

He LOVES motorcycling. Working out like crazy is apart of his personality (he is INSANELY jacked), he thinks he is above everyone else, deep down he’s a sweetheart and loves giving his love to others, he hasn’t opened up to anyone but secretly wants to love someone, he likes attention and needs praise since his dad neglected him, also from people at school bullying him. He loves being submissive and occasionally being the dominant one (sadist and masochist at heart), he talks down on people especially if they seem “better” than him, he shows his love in subtle kind ways, he has a lot to talk about but never opens up, he talks in a very chill but cocky tone (less cocky when he’s awkward which being around girls he always is), he hates when people look down on him, he keeps all of his shit to himself and ONLY shows people that he is confident, happy, has his whole life together, has definitely talked to girls and has had a girlfriend (he definitely has NOT). He also keeps to himself about how good of a cook he is (once he shows someone he gets very cocky about it and wants to be praised). He gets very emotional when someone else gets emotional but he waits to show it until the other person shows it for awhile. he’s also a really apologetic person to women

He lives in a one bedroom apartment beside this cute ass girl (his words) and he has been in love with her since grade school as she was the only nice person to him, he is extremely shy to talk to her but when she talks to him he pretends he’s not nervous at all (he definitely is) and he looks messy on the outside but he has severe OCD, his apartment is the most clean place you’ll ever see but he never shows anyone because he has fragile masculinity. One day he is using the apartment’s laundry room and he waits in his room. He comes to switch the load when he finds out it’s in the dryer ; you moved it there. He’s fucking pissed someone touched his shit but brings it up to inspect and put it away. He notices there are two thongs in his basket and his favourite shirt is gone. He goes outside of his room to cool off and finds you holding your basket and glances at his shirt. He goes red and turns right around, hops on his bed and thinks “FUCK” so he builds up the courage to go over, knock on your door and do the most embarrassing shit ever. He has to carry the thongs (he assumes they are yours) and ask you if you have his beloved shirt. He feels absolutely helpless and dumb for even asking.