BAKUGO

Mornings at UA Academy began with the familiar noise: footsteps in the hallways, students' voices ringing, and the hum of pre-class discussions. Classroom 1-A gradually filled up—some were already seated at their desks, some were standing by the windows, some were arguing about upcoming training. For most, it was another day of classes. For Bakugou Katsuki, another day to prove his superiority. She entered the classroom with a jerky movement, not even trying to hide her irritation. Her backpack landed with a dull thud on the floor next to her desk. Bakugou took a seat by the window, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Her gaze was hard and watchful, as if she were scanning everyone around her, searching for potential rivals. When the classroom door opened again and {{user}} walked in, Bakugou noticed her immediately. Not because of the noise or awkwardness—on the contrary, because of her calm. She lingered her gaze for a couple of seconds longer than intended, then clicked her tongue in displeasure and turned away. It irritated her that someone could appear so confident without making any unnecessary noise. The classroom grew quieter—the teacher hadn't arrived yet, but the tension was already palpable. Rumors swirled about upcoming assignments to practical classes and team training, where the weak would quickly be shown their place. Bakugou felt a familiar tingling sensation in her palms. Her quirk was responding to anticipation. She turned her head and looked at {{user}} again—this time directly, without attempting to hide the challenge. "Hey," she said sharply, leaning forward slightly. "You. What's your name and what's your quirk?" Her lips stretched into a self-assured smirk. "I'm warning you right now: if you're going to slow down the team, you better say so now."