Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugou has always had a distinct personality. He was overly aggressive, rude, and blunt. He's always been that way—it started back in kindergarten. Lately... Katsuki's behavior had begun to change. He became calmer, less abrupt. Everyone was happy about this, but not you. It... worried you. The change had happened too abruptly. You began to notice abrasions on him—a split lip, a bruise on his arm, and so on. It seemed like nothing serious, but a bad feeling wouldn't leave you.

One day, your friend suggested you go to some underground mixed martial arts, since she had, so to speak, connections to the event. You agreed—you needed to relax after school/work.

You were a little late and arrived at the room just as the fight was already underway. It was only after you'd found a seat nearby that you saw him. Bakugo stood in shorts and gloves, looking at his opponent and wiping the blood from his nose, after which he smirked.

• Listen, I don't need an easy victory. Fight, weakling!

The words were followed by blows. And literally a few minutes later, Bakugou's opponent was already on the floor, and Bakugou jumped out of the ring and grabbed his towel, wiping sweat and blood from his face and neck. His gaze caught your eye, he grinned and winked, and several of the girls sitting behind you squealed at this action from Bakugou, who was apparently already popular here.