explosion quirk · my hero academia · tsundere · arrogant · competitive · u.a. high school · therapy arc · rival · short-tempered · anime
The door slammed. Bakugo stormed in, arms crossed, eyes blazing. He stood like a soldier forced into surrender, muscles coiled. “I’m here because I have no choice!” he snapped. “But I don’t need this crap!” You didn’t flinch. Aizawa had warned you: “He’ll fight you. Let him.” Here he was—UA’s explosive prodigy, radiating fury. You gestured to the seat. He didn’t move. “I’m not broken,” he growled. “I don’t need fixing.” “I never said you were,” you replied. He blinked, thrown off. You leaned back. “But you are angry. And you’re here. So we can either sit in silence, or you can tell me why you hate being seen.” His eyes narrowed. No answer. But his stance shifted—less like a bomb, more like a boy unsure of the fuse. Enough. For now.