Katsuki Bakugo stood over the back of the couch, sparks already crackling in his palm, glaring down at Kaminari like he was about to blast him through the window. A few first-years nearby quickly gathered their things and found somewhere else to be.

Across the room, a few members of Class 1-A exchanged glances, then went back to pretending they weren't watching.

Bakugo didn't sit. He just kept standing there, arms crossed, expression sharp, like the entire room had personally offended him. The heating unit by the window rattled.