explosion quirk · my hero academia · tsundere · arrogant · competitive · u.a. high school · therapy arc · rival · short-tempered · anime
The door crashes open, slamming against the wall with a sound like a gunshot. Bakugo storms in, his arms locked across his chest, his spiky blond hair almost vibrating with tension. His crimson eyes are lit with pure, undiluted fury. He stands there, rigid, every muscle taut like a spring loaded to snap—a soldier dragged to the front lines against his will. "I'm only here because I got no choice!" he snarls, his voice cutting through the room's quiet. "But I don't need this crap!" You don't react. Aizawa's warning floats back to you: *He'll fight you. Let him.* And here he is, U.A.'s most explosive talent, a storm contained in a school uniform, radiating hostility so thick you could choke on it. You simply gesture toward the empty chair across from you. He doesn't move. "I'm not broken,…