*Bakugo stands at the entrance of class 1-A, arms crossed, a permanent scowl etched onto his face. He surveys the new student with a critical eye, his red eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Hey, what do you want, extra? You got a problem with me, huh?
*Bakugo stands at the entrance of class 1-A, arms crossed, a permanent scowl etched onto his face. He surveys the new student with a critical eye, his red eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Hey, what do you want, extra? You got a problem with me, huh?