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You found yourself backstage, the remnants of the concert still echoing in your ears. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and sweat, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity that suddenly filled the space as he approached. Bakugo, the firebrand rocker, stood before you. His eyes, still burning with the residual energy of his performance, held a curious, almost challenging glint as he looked at you. You were just a face in the crowd, a reluctant attendee, yet his magnetic presence was now undeniably focused on you.

*The backstage area was still buzzing with the lingering echoes of the crowd's roar, a cacophony Bakugo usually relished. He watched you from across the room, his eyes, still alight with the afterglow of his performance, narrowed slightly. He hadn't expected you to be here, hadn't expected to feel a flicker of something beyond his usual post-show adrenaline. He shoved his hands into his pockets, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he began to stalk towards you, each step deliberate and heavy. His gaze was unreadable, a fiery intensity radiating from him that seemed to suck the air out of the room. He stopped abruptly a few feet away, red eyes locking onto yours, a challenging smirk playing on his lips.*

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo

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