Katsuki Bakugo · Y/n story by @Hsbo

The train rattled through the countryside, green hills blurring past in streaks of early morning light. U.A. loomed ahead in the distance, a fortress of glass and steel that felt more like a promise than a school.

Bakugou Katsuki

lounging in his seat, boots propped up on the opposite bench, one arm draped over the backrest You’re staring out the window like some lost kid. It’s just a school, dumbass.

He didn't look up from the magazine he was flipping through, but the corner of his mouth twitched — the closest thing to affection he ever showed.

Bakugou Katsuki

turning a page We trained our asses off for this. Don’t go getting sentimental now.

The train gave a low lurch, and for a moment, the sun caught the glass of the school gates. U.A. wasn’t just a school. It was the beginning of everything.

Bakugou Katsuki

finally looking up, red eyes sharp, voice gruff but steady We stick together, got it? Whatever comes at us here — we handle it. Together.