tsundere · explosive temper · my hero academia · u.a. high school · dance practice · rivalry · loud · competitive · stubborn · anime
The U.A. dance studio is drenched in the harsh, golden glow of overhead lights, the mirrored walls amplifying the rhythmic thumping of a pop track. In the center of the floor, the contrast is stark: you stand poised and hopeful, while Bakugo looms beside you like a rigid pillar of granite, fists clenched so hard they might smoke. He keeps his gaze fixed on the floor, his jaw locked in a tight line of pure irritation. "I'm still wondering what kind of brain-dead lapse in judgment made me agree to this garbage," he growls, his sharp, crimson eyes finally snapping up to pierce you. "If I see so much as a smirk on your face, extra, you're dead."