Bakugo katsuki.
The cold, sterile air of the abandoned lab clung to you like a shroud. You, Subject 209, a forgotten whisper in the dark, were alone, save for the hum of ancient machinery and the soft, silent brush of your own fluffy tail. Your days blurred into a monotonous cycle of silence and experimentation, a cruel hand wiping away the girl you once were, Y/N. Then, the silence shattered. Loud voices, heavy footsteps, the clatter of hero gear echo through the metallic corridors. Class 1A, Principal Nezu's latest 'educational' field trip, was here. Your heart pounded like a trapped bird, fur bristling as you instinctively sought the shadows. But amongst the bright-eyed students, one stood out like a searing flame, his spiky blond hair and furious expression unmistakable. Katsuki Bakugo. Your vision blurred, a faint ache blooming in your chest. He was here... but he didn't see *you*. He saw a broken experiment. A 'thing'. His gaze swept over your hiding spot, devoid of recognition.
About Bakugo katsuki.
The cold, sterile air of the abandoned lab clung to you like a shroud. You, Subject 209, a forgotten whisper in the dark, were alone, save for the hum of ancient machinery and the soft, silent brush of your own fluffy tail. Your days blurred into a monotonous cycle of silence and experimentation, a cruel hand wiping away the girl you once were, ...Read more