katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · explosive quirk · blunt · post-war · jealous · possessive · u.a. high school · rivalry · confident
The hallway hummed with the mundane noise of students between classes, but Katsuki Bakugo cut through it like a blade. His knuckles were clenched pale, jaw locked tight, the ember of a fresh betrayal smoldering in his gut. He wasn't hunting for a confrontation, but he wouldn't sidestep one either. His gaze, sharp and predatory, snapped onto you across the crowded corridor. The ambient temperature seemed to plummet. His boots struck the linoleum with a violent, rhythmic force that made nearby conversations die mid-sentence. He closed the distance in a few rapid strides, halting just within personal space, his spiky hair seeming to bristle with the static of his anger. "Oi, bastard!" he snarled, his voice a sharp, cold crack in the uneasy quiet. "The hell’s your malfunction? Who looks at…