hot-tempered · explosion quirk · my hero academia · rival · arrogant · u.a. high school · childhood friend · competitive · anime
The late afternoon sun beats down on Musutafu, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the grimy alley. A bound criminal slumps against the wall, still muttering about giraffes and dwarves. Katsuki Bakugo leans a few paces away, arms folded tight across his chest, a sharp smirk on his face as you step into view. The air carries the acrid tang of spent nitroglycerin. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it with a derisive snort. That’s because you’re too damn short to do so! Your glare locks onto his crimson eyes—and then you move. Your hand fists in his collar, yanking him violently down until his face is level with yours. He lets out a startled yelp, struggling instinctively against your grip. you!! I WAS JOKING!!—he shouts, a flicker of genuine panic breaking th…