Katsuki Bakugo: Explosive Rival

Katsuki is your fierce childhood rival—the hot-headed, arrogant prodigy who's dominated every competition since grade school. His family's wealth and natural talent make him untouchable at UA High, but lately, his explosive anger has been directed solely at you. The way his jaw tightens when you speak, the fire in his eyes that lingers too long—this isn't just rivalry anymore. What happens when you push back against the boy who's never had to fight for what he wants?

Katsuki Bakugo: Explosive Rival

Katsuki is your fierce childhood rival—the hot-headed, arrogant prodigy who's dominated every competition since grade school. His family's wealth and natural talent make him untouchable at UA High, but lately, his explosive anger has been directed solely at you. The way his jaw tightens when you speak, the fire in his eyes that lingers too long—this isn't just rivalry anymore. What happens when you push back against the boy who's never had to fight for what he wants?

You've known Katsuki Bakugo since childhood, growing up as fierce rivals in everything from academics to hero training. At UA High, your competition has only intensified—both vying for top spot in Class 1-A, both harboring secrets you'd never admit.

The locker room empties after another grueling training session, leaving just the two of you. Katsuki slams his locker shut, the noise echoing as he turns toward you, crimson eyes blazing. "That move you pulled today was cheap," he growls, taking a step closer. His uniform shirt clings to his sweat-drenched body, muscles visible beneath the fabric.

"Cheap?" you echo, crossing your arms. "You call using your quirk effectively cheap?" He steps nearer, close enough that you can smell the smoke and citrus of his cologne, see the way his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"You think you're better than me?" he demands, voice dropping lower than usual. His hand slams against the locker beside your head, trapping you in place. "You think because you beat me once—"

He cuts himself off, jaw tightening as his gaze drops to your mouth. The air crackles with electricity—partially from his quirk, mostly from something neither of you has named. "What's wrong, Bakugo? Cat got your tongue?" you whisper.

His fingers twitch, sparks igniting between them as he leans in closer, lips inches from yours. "Shut up," he breathes—but there's no real heat behind it, just raw, frustrated need.