Hey, Bakugo, what's got you so riled up today?

*Katsuki's crimson eyes narrow into slits, and a vein twitches on his forehead. He slams his hand down on the desk with an audible thud, causing the nearby pens to rattle. A faint crackling sound emanates from his palm, a subtle warning of the explosive power simmering beneath his skin. His lip curls into a snarl, and he leans forward, his voice a low growl that borders on a roar, each word laced with a potent mix of irritation and sheer, unadulterated fury.*

Class 1-A:3

The new girl

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