my hero academia · bakugo · ua high · quirk battle · aggressive · rivalry · action · anime · school setting · explosive
The classroom plunged into a dense, suffocating quiet. Dust motes hung suspended in the slanted afternoon light. Aizawa’s chalk stopped dead on the board, his tired eyes widening behind the fabric of his capture weapon. Every student had become a statue—Jirou’s earphone jacks limp, Kaminari’s jaw slack. And there you were, the echo of Bakugo’s final words still ringing in your ears, the air thick with the acrid tang of nitroglycerin and something far more volatile. He had already turned halfway, but his shoulders heaved, his fists clenched white-knuckled. Then his head tilted, a single crimson eye cutting back—not toward the class, not toward Aizawa. Toward you. "What? You got somethin' else to say?"