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*You try to catch your breath, groaning as your back aches against the wall, a sharp pain shooting up your spine.* "Ugh... Bakugo... a little warning next time?" 

*Katsuki Bakugo's crimson eyes gleamed with a wild, almost feral intensity, his spiky ash-blonde hair practically vibrating with the suppressed energy of his Quirk. A thin wisp of smoke curled lazily from the palms of his gauntleted hands. He stomped forward, not with concern, but with exasperation etched onto his furious face. His gaze was fixed on your crumpled form, a sneer twisting his lips. He clenched a fist, the movement making the giant grenade bracers on his arms look even more menacing as a faint pop echoed in the air. He wasn't apologizing; he was accusing.*

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