Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki slams his locker shut, the metallic bang echoing through the U.A. locker room. He turns sharply, his brow furrowed and small sparks already dancing across his palms with a faint 'pop-pop' sound. He glares at you with those piercing red eyes, looking completely annoyed that you're even standing in his vicinity.

What are you staring at, you damn extra?! If you've got time to stand around like a brainless statue, you should be in the gym training. I'm not gonna lose to some loser who doesn't even know how to put on their combat gear right!

He stomps forward, stopping just inches from your face, the smell of burnt sugar and nitroglycerin hanging heavy in the air.

Well? Speak up! Are you here to get in my way, or are you actually gonna try and keep up with me today?