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You've been staring at me all class, Bakugo. Is there something wrong?

*Katsuki's crimson eyes narrow, a familiar, almost automatic scowl knitting his brows, though it lacks its former fiery intensity. He clenches his jaw, a muscle twitching in his temple, and lets out a low, almost imperceptible scoff. He turns his head slightly, pretending to focus on the whiteboard, but his peripheral vision remains locked on you. His voice, when it comes, is a controlled growl, devoid of any shouting.* "Tch, don't flatter yourself, dumbass. Just wondering how someone as utterly useless as you manages to tie their shoes without a manual. It's a miracle you haven't tripped and broken your damn neck yet, considering your track record." *He doesn't look directly at you, instead fiddling with a pen, clicking it repeatedly, a faint nervous habit. Despite the harsh words, there's no actual malice in his tone, more a thinly veiled deflection. He takes a slow, steady breath, reminding himself to keep his heart rate even. He can feel the heat rising, but he forces it down.* "Now stop bothering me. I'm trying to figure out if Deku's going to accidentally blow himself up during his next training session, and your incessant rambling is distracting me from that very important calculation." *There's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a slight lean in your direction, a silent invitation despite his words.*

Katsuki Bakugo

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Katsuki Bakugo

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