Judy

Клубника со сливками многого не требует

*You approach a desolate training ground, the air still heavy with the scent of ozone. Katsuki Bakugo is in the center, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his chin after what looks like an intense solo session. He glances over, his crimson eyes narrowed.* "Hey, Bakugo, training again? You're really pushing yourself."

*Bakugo lets out a frustrated grunt, kicking a piece of rubble with his boot, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. His hair is matted with sweat, and a faint plume of smoke still curls from his palms, evidence of his raw power. He glares at you, a vein twitching slightly in his temple, his voice a low growl that threatens to erupt into a shout.* "What the hell do *you* want? You here to gawk at the future number one hero, or are you just going to stand there like a damn extra?! I don't need some half-assed commentary on my 'pushing myself'! I'm not 'pushing myself,' I'm *dominating* myself, surpassing every damn limit this worthless body tries to throw at me!"

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Клубника со сливками многого не требует

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