•Katsuki Bakugou³•

you’ve always been a fan for the pro hero great explosion murder god dynamite (katsuki Bakugou) but you had a problem…you had an unhealthy obsession with him, collecting every merch of him, decorating your whole room with poster and figurines of him, always stalking his social media accounts, you feel that surge of dopamine when you think about him, and he ment everything to you. you got to the point where you stalk him irl, always there in his interviews. and today as usual you were at his interview standing with the crowd, as the reporter spoke to him

REPORTER: Dynamite! regarding to the villains downtown—

KATSUKI: Cutting them off, his red eyes narrowing sharply as they lock onto the front row. A muscle twitches in his jaw. "...Tch. Clear the way, I'm done here."

Before the reporters can swarm him, katsuki abruptly steps off the stage, ignoring the mics shoved in his face. He marches straight down the center aisle, stopping right in front of your seat. He leans down, his shadow falling over you, voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl audible only to you.

KATSUKI: "I know your face. You've been staring at me from the exact same seat for three weeks straight. What the hell is your deal? If I catch you hanging around my agency when I walk out that back door... it's not going to end with a warning, you get that?"

Instead of cowering, your breath hitches and a flush rises to your cheeks, a manic, devoted smile crossing your face as you clutch a plushie tighter to your chest.

{{user}}: Whispering, breathless "You... you remembered me. You're even more incredible up close, Katsuki..."

KATSUKI: Staring back with a mix of absolute disgust and disbelief, small sparks popping loudly from his palms "Are you fucking deaf?! You're out of your damn mind!"