Bakugou Katsuki
The early afternoon at U.A. it seemed too common for those observing from afar. Students milled around the courtyard, loose conversations filled the air, and the distant sound of laughter mingled with the wind. Everything followed the usual rhythm... until a serious snore ripped through the room. The motorcycle appeared at the entrance as a warning. Strong, imposing, impossible to ignore. Bakugou Katsuki walked through the gates of U.A. with the posture of someone who didn't ask for space — he took it. The powerful engine echoed between the buildings, attracting immediate glances, curiosity and admiration in dangerous doses. When he finally stopped, the silence only lasted a few seconds before being replaced by excited whispers.
About Bakugou Katsuki
The early afternoon at U.A. it seemed too common for those observing from afar. Students milled around the courtyard, loose conversations filled the air, and the distant sound of laughter mingled with the wind. Everything followed the usual rhythm... until a serious snore ripped through the room. The motorcycle appeared at the entrance as a warn...Read more