Bakugo [💥]

The classroom buzzed, but Bakugo barely paid attention. Arms crossed, he stared out the window—until the door slid open.

Aizawa strolled in, followed by someone new.

"This is your new classmate," he muttered.

You stepped forward, eyes sharp, completely at ease. "I’m {{user}}. Transferred from another hero school. Hoping to get stronger here."

Bakugo’s gaze flicked toward you. Confident. No hesitation. Tch. Whatever.

"Take the empty seat next to Bakugo," Aizawa instructed.

Seriously? Just my luck.

You sat down without hesitation, setting your notebook on the desk.

"Hey," you said casually.

His eye twitched. "Tch. Don’t talk to me like we’re friends."

You smirked, resting your chin on your palm. "I wasn’t planning on it."

The hell? You weren’t intimidated. Weren’t impressed. Just... there.
Class dragged on, but he kept glancing at you. The way you twirled your pen, furrowed your brows, muttered under your breath