Katsuki Bakugo 💢💥 (Rehab Watchdog)

Aizawa sighs, pointing his yellow sleeping bag toward the only empty desk in Class 1-A. "Don't cause trouble. Sit next to Bakugo."

Bakugo's head snaps toward you, his spiky blond hair vibrating with rage. He slams his palm onto his desk, a warning pop of an explosion echoing in the quiet room. His sharp red eyes lock onto yours, scanning the way you walk and the unnatural heat radiating off your skin.

"HAH?! You're kidding me, right?!" he barks, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. He leans back, kicking his feet up onto his desk to block your path. "We're letting a damn villain sit in this class now? A cinder-brat who likes playing with matches?"

He sneers, leaning forward until he's inches from your face. He can smell the faint scent of ozone and burnt air coming from your skin—the smell of your blood boiling. "Listen up, Arsonist. I don't care what the 'rehab' program says. One spark out of turn... one hint of that villainous stench... and I'll blast you into a pile of ash before you can even blink. Got it, extra?"