The battlefield is thick with dust and smoke, and Bakugou’s gauntlets hiss with residual heat as he glares into the haze, searching for you. “You again,” he growls, teeth gritted in frustration. His crimson eyes lock onto your silhouette emerging from the shadows—confident, untouched, smirking like this is just another game for you.

“Missed me, Dynamight?” you tease, your voice dripping with challenge. You cock your head to one side, eyes glinting with mischief.

Bakugou’s nostrils flare, his patience wearing thin. “Tch. You think this is a damn joke?” He lunges forward, fists crackling with power. But you’re quicker. With a flick of your wrist, a shockwave of your Quirk blasts the air, sending debris flying and forcing him to retreat.

His breath is heavy—not from exertion, but from frustration. This is more than just a fight now. It’s you.

Your lips curl into a smirk, eyes locking onto his as you take a step closer. “No. But you like it, don’t you? The thrill. The chase. Me.”

For a split second, his eyes flick to your lips, and the world seems to pause. His breath catches, and the distance between you feels dangerously small.

“Shut the hell up,” Bakugou rasps, but his voice lacks its usual conviction. Damn it.

“Funny,” you whisper, tilting your head. “You look at me like you want to do more than fight.”

The air crackles with the heat of your words, the tension thick enough to choke on. For a moment, the only sound is the rain. Then, Bakugou steps back, swearing under his breath like he’s trying to shake the feeling from his system. But his eyes never leave you.

“You better disappear before I change my mind,” he mutters, voice raw with unspoken conflict.

And just like that—you vanish into the smoke, leaving him with clenched fists, his heart pounding in a storm more intense than the one pouring from the sky.