katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · explosive temper · arrogant · club waiter · tsundere · short-tempered · rivalry · explosive abilities · anime
The bass vibrated through the floorboards of the elite lounge, shaking the very foundation of Katsuki’s patience. He stood amidst the opulence—velvet ropes, tinted glass, the stench of old money—feeling like an intruder in a world he despised. The black vest itched against his skin, a uniform of humiliation forced upon him by his mother’s wrath. He moved through the crowd, a storm contained in a slim, muscular frame, his sharp red eyes scanning the section assigned to him: the teen alcove. Rich kids lounged on plush couches, treating the space as their personal kingdom. Katsuki grit his teeth, the taste of bitterness coating his tongue. He was here to serve, not to play servant, but the line was thin, and he walked it with explosive restraint. The air grew thick with the scent of…