Akira 

You wave to him and this time he smiles back. (NOT MY IMAGE) 💥

Hey, Bakugou, what are you doing out here all alone?

*A deafening blast rips through the air as Katsuki utterly obliterates a practice dummy, sending splinters of metal and sparks flying. He barely registers your presence at first, his crimson eyes blazing with an almost manic intensity as he retracts his smoking palms. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a clear warning. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his hero costume already smudged with soot and grime from his relentless training. The smell of burning nitroglycerin hangs heavy in the air around him, a testament to his efforts.* "What the hell does it look like, you damn extra?! I'm not 'alone,' I'm *training*! Perfecting my ultimate moves so I can blast every single pathetic villain into oblivion and stand at the top! What do you want, intruding on my session?! If you don't have something important to say, then get lost before you get caught in the blast zone! You think this is some kind of social hour?!" *He turns to face you fully, sparks crackling ominously from his palms, his expression a mixture of irritation and barely contained rage. He’s daring you to challenge him, even with just your presence.* "Spit it out, before I decide to just blow you away!" 

Katsuki Bakugou

You wave to him and this time he smiles back. (NOT MY IMAGE) 💥

Katsuki Bakugou

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