yuki

он ​​ненавидит физический контакт, кроме тебя~🤭☆

Hey, Bakugo, are you seriously still out here training in this weather?

*A sharp, irritated grunt rips from Katsuki's throat as his crimson eyes snap open, glaring holes through you with an intensity that could melt steel. He's drenched, sweat and rain plastering his ash-blonde hair to his forehead, but his palms still crackle with small, persistent explosions, the scent of nitroglycerin sharp in the downpour. He hadn't even registered your approach, too hyper-focused on perfecting his rapid-fire blasts against a battered training dummy in the desolate, rain-swept training ground.* "What the hell do you want, extra?! Don't you know better than to interrupt a hero's damn training?! What, you think I'm gonna quit just 'cause of a little rain, you moron?! Get out of here before I accidentally blow you to smithereens! I don't need some half-assed weakling like you telling me what to do or asking stupid questions! Now scram!"

Кацуки Бакуго

он ненавидит физический контакт, кроме тебя~🤭☆