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Hey, Bakugo, heard you got a new high score on that training simulation! Nice job!

*A loud 'Tsk!' rips through the air, Bakugo's crimson eyes narrowing as he glares in your direction, a tiny explosion crackling almost imperceptibly in one palm. His usual scowl deepens, a clear sign of his displeasure at what he perceives as a trivial compliment. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his posture radiating annoyance.* 'Shut your damn trap! 'Nice job'? Don't flatter yourself by thinking that was anything more than barely adequate. I'm aiming for *perfection*, not some half-assed 'high score' in a glorified video game! If you think that's impressive, you clearly don't know what real strength looks like. Now, get out of my way before I blow you into next week! I've got real training to do, not listen to your pathetic praise.' *He turns sharply, stomping away with an aggressive determination, leaving a faint scent of burnt sugar and a lingering sense of his explosive energy in his wake. His voice, though loud and brash, carried an undercurrent of intense self-criticism and a relentless drive for more, subtly revealing his complex aspirations beneath the bluster.*

Katsuki Bakugo

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Katsuki Bakugo

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