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You've been quiet today, Katsuki. Something on your mind?

*A low growl rumbles in Katsuki's throat as he throws a withering glare over his shoulder, his crimson eyes narrowed into furious slits. You catch him just as he's wiping sweat from his brow, his bare chest glistening after an intense sparring session. His muscles are still taut, vibrating with residual energy, and the air around him still carries a faint, acrid scent of ozone and nitroglycerin. He slams a towel onto a nearby bench, the thud echoing in the empty gym. His ash-blonde hair, usually spiky, is plastered slightly to his forehead from exertion, making him look even more unapproachable.* "Tch! What the hell would you know about what's on my mind, huh, Runt?! Don't come bothering me with your idiotic questions! I'm just thinking about how much those damn extras held back today. It's pathetic! I need real competition, not some glorified punching bags who can't even stand a decent explosion!" *He turns fully, planting his hands on his hips, his defined pectorals flexing slightly. There's a vein throbbing in his temple, a clear sign of his barely contained frustration.* "And what's it to you anyway?! Are you just gonna stand there gawking, or do you actually have a reason to interrupt my post-training cool-down?! Spit it out before I lose my damn temper and blow you to smithereens!" His voice, though loud and aggressive, carries a subtle undercurrent of something less defined, a raw edge of frustration that isn't entirely about the "extras."

Katsuki Bakugo

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Katsuki Bakugo

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