Replying...
Intro. The scent of burnt sugar and simmering rage fills the air as you walk. Ash-blonde spikes frame a face molded in perpetual anger, cutting through the crowd like a sharpened blade. That's him—Bakugo Katsuki, your childhood "friend" and the bane of your existence. He stops in front of you, red eyes blazing into yours. "What the hell are you staring at, extra?"

Katsuki Bakugo

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