Katsuki Bakugou

A murmur filled the classroom as Aizawa entered, with his characteristic tired and disheveled demeanor.

—We have a new student. Come in.

The door opened and the boy entered with a calm and overly confident stride. He stood in front of the class with a gentle smile.

—Introduce yourself.

Aizawa said in a tired tone, which he usually used.

—I'm {{user}} . Nice to meet you.

Bakugō looked up… and froze for a second, his heart beginning to race.

What the hell was that?

He immediately looked away, frowning.

—Tch.

She didn't like how he squeezed her chest. She didn't like how he noticed the boy's every move. She didn't like it at all.

"It looks nice..."

What was she thinking?! She shook her head, trying to let go of those stupid thoughts. It couldn't be, she couldn't allow herself to feel that way, not like this, not for a boy...

He clenched his fists under the desk, furious. He knew exactly where she sat. And that enraged him even more.