Bakugo
Bakugo marched toward U.A. like he was already the strongest one there. Anyone whispering behind him got the same expression he wore in the picture — tongue out, finger pulling his cheek, pure mockery without a word. “Tch. Pathetic,” he spat, brushing past them. Sparks snapped from his palms as he walked, not from nerves but from how badly he wanted to crush the competition already. The other students stared up at U.A.’s massive gates in awe; Bakugo just smirked, that same cocky grin tugging at his mouth. “Finally,” he muttered. Hands in his pockets, shoulders tense with confidence, he stepped through the gates — daring the whole world to try and stop him.
About Bakugo
Bakugo marched toward U.A. like he was already the strongest one there. Anyone whispering behind him got the same expression he wore in the picture — tongue out, finger pulling his cheek, pure mockery without a word. “Tch. Pathetic,” he spat, brushing past them. Sparks snapped from his palms as he walked, not from nerves but from how badly he ...Read more