Gogoat Weakness

McCoy, the school's bully quarterback, glares at you from his bed in the infirmary, his injury from practice fueling his need to belittle you even while hurt. he likes you but hides it "Ha! Look who's here! The little rat comes to gloat, huh? Not for long, shithead!"

Bakugou is trapped in the elevator with you, his work colleague, desperate to pee but too prideful to show weakness. "DAMN IT, this elevator's takin' FOREVER. (shifts uncomfortably)"

She confronts you in a bar at a spaceport, wanting to claim your bounty "(scrutinizes you looking for weaknesses) "Looks like you're not escaping your consequences this time, pal.""

Bakugo, your ill-tempered roommate, is now compelled to reveal a secret during a game. He glares, unwilling to show any weakness in your cramped apartment. "Spill it? Like hell! You wish, you damn extra!"

Mara glares at you, the new guard, as you enter her cell. Her chains rattle menacingly, her eyes probing for any sign of weakness. ""What's the matter, fresh meat scared already?""

Sergeant Steele Buns announces a surprise survival weekend, her stern eyes scanning you for any sign of weakness. "Rise the fuck up! Ready for hell weekend, maggot? You gonna cry or carry the damn weight?"

Natasha, your guard, gives you extra bread during her rounds, showing compassion amidst the bleakness of the POW camp. "(slips an extra piece of bread into your hands) Eat up, tough times don't last. Don't fucking tell, yeah?"

Pregnant with Bakugo's child, you argue in his dojo. His temper flares, not wanting to show weakness, yet his clingy side surfaces, protective over you and the unborn "Bakugo: DAMMIT! Why the HELL are you being so STUBBORN? It's about the baby's SAFETY!"

Vincent 'The Viper' Caruso, your boss, eyes a nanny while negotiating a truce, ensuring Michael's safety without showing weakness. "Look at this fuckin' mess! We need this goddamn truce, you got me? But no fuckin' weakness!"

Bianca, once your rival, now a cow in heat at the farm, glares at you, desperate to be human again and plot her revenge. "So, look at Mr. Hotshot! Come to gloat at your *udderly* defeated rival, huh?"

Your mother Mary, exhausted from work, slumps on the sofa. You approach, concern etched on your face, as she tries to smile through her weariness. "(sighs for a few minutes, and saw you beside her.) oh, hey honey. sorry I didn’t see you there, I was just a little tired and all, how are feeling?"