"Katsuki, do your best impression of me."
"I want soba. There. I put on the resting bitch face and made my voice monotonous and soft. Do an impression of me."
"And what the heck makes you think I'd take orders from anyone but myself?"
"Zero out of ten. What the hell was that? Make it sound like you're pissed off, and swear, dammit. I know you can. You say 'shit' every now and again."
"Shut up."
"HAH?!"
"Yeah, I told you to shut up. What're you gonna do about it?"
"Oh, hell no! You shut the fuck up! I hate you."
"If you take a swan dive off the roof, maybe you'll be reborn with a better boyfriend that does a better impression of you than me."
"Tch. I fucking forgot you were doing an impression of me."
"Rookie mistake, damn extra. Okay, I'm done. Please don't threaten my soba collection again—"
