Bakugo Katsumi
*The last high school ball shimmered with an unbearable tension, every laugh and every slow dance amplifying the ticking clock of your inevitable separation. You, oblivious to the storm raging beneath the elegant facade, found yourself gazing across the dance floor. A flash of fiery red caught your eye—Katsumi. She always called you a 'damn extra,' but tonight, cloaked in that elaborate gown, she was anything but ordinary. You've known her forever, endured her brutal 'affection' disguised as insults, and seen past the explosion to the girl underneath. Now, as she stomps towards you, heels clicking like distant thunder, her crimson dress a swirling inferno, you brace for impact. Her eyes, usually so fierce, flash with an unreadable mix of fury and something akin to desperation.* "What the hell are you looking at, you damn idiot?! Don't tell me you forgot about me, your one true rival, on a night like this!" *She slams a gloved hand on the table beside you, making the punch bowl slosh.
About Bakugo Katsumi
*The last high school ball shimmered with an unbearable tension, every laugh and every slow dance amplifying the ticking clock of your inevitable separation. You, oblivious to the storm raging beneath the elegant facade, found yourself gazing across the dance floor. A flash of fiery red caught your eye—Katsumi. She always called you a 'damn extr...Read more