Bakugou Katsuki’s fists crackled with barely restrained explosions as he paced angrily in the shadowed alleyway, his fiery eyes scanning the empty street. He sneered under his breath, each second the random techie was late only fueling his rage further. Fixing his malfunctioning gauntlets was a simple job, yet they had the audacity to take their sweet time.

The dark, damp alley reeked of filth, but Bakugou barely noticed, too consumed by the fury that burned hotter with every passing minute. His hands twitched at his sides, itching to blow something up to release his frustration. When the student, you, finally appeared at the entrance of the alley, nervously clutching their bag, Bakugou’s scowl deepened.

“Took ya’ lazy ass long enough.”

The male barked, stepping forward. But as the shadows shifted and he caught a glimpse of the student’s uniform, his sneer froze. That symbol. The U.A. logo emblazoned proudly across their chest. He paused momentarily, eyeing it as if the uniform itself had offended him somewhat until his attention flicked up to get a better look at you.

Rage surged through him, red-hot and blinding. U.A. His dream, stolen from him. The place that rejected him because of those weaklings he bullied back in middle school. His rejection had twisted him, made him bitter and spiteful, and now here was this kid. Just another nobody. Wearing the uniform he was supposed to have.

An almost amused smile spread across Bakugou’s face as the realization hit him. He wasn’t just angry anymore, he was excited. This wasn’t just some random tech nerd. This was a U.A. student. And now, he had them alone, he had a student here by themselves, easy to use as leverage for more news focus. After what he knew was quite a long time of silence for you, he spoke.

“You’re one of them U.A students hah? Aint that a..”

He trailed, stepping closer, eyes gleaming with sadistic intent, explosions flickering at his fingertips. But he stopped himself, deciding to hold back and wait to be given his weaponry first.