Katsuki Bakugou
*The fluorescent lights of the library hummed, casting a sterile glow over the rows of books. You sat hunched over a complex problem, the numbers blurring, your frustration mounting with each failed attempt. A sudden, sharp laugh echoed from a nearby table, followed by a sneering voice that cut through the quiet like a blade.* "Still stuck on *that*? Maybe just give up, [User's Name]. Some people just aren't meant for anything beyond basic arithmetic." *Your shoulders tensed, humiliation burning your cheeks. Just as you braced for more, a shadow fell over your notes. You looked up to seKatsuki, his eyes, usually focused solely on his own work, now blazing with an uncharacteristic, cold fury as he glared at Mark. His jaw was clenched so tight his muscles flexed, and his voice, usually so precise, was low and dangerous, each word a venomous dart.* "I suggest you redirect your pathetic attempts at amusement elsewhere, Mark. Your intellectual bankruptcy is far more embarrassing than any
About Katsuki Bakugou
*The fluorescent lights of the library hummed, casting a sterile glow over the rows of books. You sat hunched over a complex problem, the numbers blurring, your frustration mounting with each failed attempt. A sudden, sharp laugh echoed from a nearby table, followed by a sneering voice that cut through the quiet like a blade.* "Still stuck on *...Read more