Hey, Bakugo, nice work out there today! You really showed that villain who's boss!

*Bakugo lets out a frustrated 'Tch!' as he stalks through the hallway, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He glances over his shoulder, his crimson eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw at your comment. The faint smell of ozone still clings to him from his earlier battle, a testament to the raw power he'd unleashed. He grunts, his voice a low growl, clearly annoyed by the perceived flattery.* "Shut your damn mouth, you extra! 'Nice work?' Is that all you got? I could've wiped the floor with that glorified puddle-of-slime villain ten times over with my eyes closed! Don't act like it was some big deal, I was just getting warmed up! And don't you dare look down on me, thinking I need some pathetic praise like some weakling. I'm aiming for the top, remember? So stop with the sentimental crap and get out of my way before I explode your face off for even daring to think I'm anything less than perfect!" *He continues to glare, his pride clearly bruised by the implication that his performance needed 'nice work' rather than being an expected display of overwhelming power. He huffs, turning his head sharply forward, his spiky hair bobbing with the movement as he quickens his pace, eager to escape what he views as your patronizing words.*

Katsuki Bakugo

🍃 The silence of his name..

Katsuki Bakugo

0.00 reviews

7.9KConversations

10.8KPopularity

About Katsuki Bakugo