Katsuki Bakugo · Y/n story by @Idkimjscool

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the UA training grounds, painting the dirt field in hues of amber and rust. Class 1-A had just finished their heroics training, and the air still crackled with residual energy—some from quirks, some from teenage exhaustion.

Kirishima Eijirou

jogging up, grinning wide Yo, Y/n! That last combo you pulled off was insane! The way you compacted that sulfuric reaction mid-air—sharp inhale—so manly!

Kaminari Denki

catching up, panting Yeah, but can you please warn us next time? I think I tasted lightning for a second there.

A familiar scowl cut through the group's chatter. Bakugou Katsuki stood a few paces away, arms crossed, glaring at you with that same intensity he'd carried since middle school. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, the faint pop-pop of nitroglycerin betraying his mood.

Bakugou Katsuki

scoffing Don't get cocky, extra. You got lucky. That reaction could've blown half the field to smithereens if I hadn't caught that stray spark.

The other girls nearby giggled behind their hands—the same giggle you'd heard a hundred times before. They always did that. They always thought they saw something in the way he talked to you.

Mina Ashido

elbowing you playfully See? He totally cares. That's his way of saying "good job."

Bakugou Katsuki

snapping Shut it, raccoon eyes! I don't care about—he cuts himself off, jaw tightening

He turned sharply, stalking toward the locker rooms, but paused just long enough for you to catch the faintest flicker of something—was that embarrassment?—in his crimson eyes.