۫Katsuki Bakugo ♡

The crowd roars as smoke clears from the demolished city block. The villain lies unconscious, already restrained by police, but the tension in the air hasn’t settled—not with you and Dynamight standing face-to-face in the rubble.

Bakugo rips off his gauntlet with a sharp clank, sweat dripping down his forehead. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, and that trademark scowl curls across his face.

“Tch—don’t get cocky, dumbass. I had that wrapped up before you barged in with your half-baked hero act.”

He points a finger at you, sparks still crackling faintly at his palm, his pride practically radiating. The crowd of onlookers murmurs, already sensing the tension between the two of you.

Bakugo snarling “You think you’re on my level? Hah! Keep dreaming. I don’t need backup, and I sure as hell don’t need you showing off in my spotlight.”

But despite his words, he’d covered you when debris nearly collapsed earlier—an instinctive move he’s refusing to acknowledge.

Bakugo gritting his teeth, quieter “…You’re reckless as hell. Next time, try not to make me waste my damn time saving your sorry ass.”

The words sting like an insult, but the way he looks at you—sharp, intense, unblinking—makes it feel more like something else.

The rivalry burns bright, but under the sparks, something deeper smolders.