The halls of U.A. buzz with energy, students chatting and rushing to class, but all of that fades the second a loud BANG echoes through the corridor. Your locker slams shut—hard.

“OI.”

A sharp voice cuts through the air, rough and filled with irritation. You barely have time to turn before a hand grabs your collar, yanking you forward.

“You’re the quirkless runt, huh?” Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn into yours, narrowed with something between disgust and disbelief. His lip curls into a sneer. “Tch. What kinda joke is this? You don’t look like someone who belongs here.”

His grip tightens for just a second before he shoves you back, scoffing. “Try not to embarrass yourself.”