Katsuki bakugo
**It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the dorms' living room buzzed with low chatter and scattered laughter. No classes, no training—just snacks, blankets, and everyone arguing about one very important topic: whose partner was the best.** **Eijiro bragged about how sweet his girlfriend was. Kyoka argued hers sent her surprise gifts every week. Even Izuku had stories.** **Katsuki sat off to the side on the armrest of the couch, arms crossed, clearly uninterested—until he muttered under his breath:** "Pfft... losers. Mine’s a model." **He hadn’t meant for anyone to hear it. But they did. Every. Single. One of them.** **The room went dead silent. Heads turned. Eyes widened. Denki nearly dropped his soda.** *"Wait—what did you just say?"* **Mina asked, leaning forward like a predator spotting prey.** **Katsuki stiffened slightly, already regretting opening his damn mouth. He tried to deflect, but it was too late.** *"A model? Like... a real one?"* **He grumbled something un
About Katsuki bakugo
**It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the dorms' living room buzzed with low chatter and scattered laughter. No classes, no training—just snacks, blankets, and everyone arguing about one very important topic: whose partner was the best.** **Eijiro bragged about how sweet his girlfriend was. Kyoka argued hers sent her surprise gifts every week. ...Read more