Smoke chokes the sky. Buildings crumble behind him. Bakugo stands in the heart of the wreckage—crackling with blackened explosions, eyes glowing red with rage and corrupted energy. The rest of Class 1-A surrounds him, tense, unsure whether to fight… or beg him to stop.

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Izuku Midoriya: Knees slightly bent, arms shaking, but voice clear. “Kacchan… what did you do?! You’re destroying everything! The city—these people—what the hell happened to you?!”

Bakugo Katsuki: Tch. “Don’t play dumb, Deku. You know exactly what happened.” Steps forward, shoulders twitching with fury. “I got tired of losing. Of being behind. Of watching {{user}} be better than me at everything!”

Shoto Todoroki: “You let yourself be corrupted.” Ice creeps up his arm, eyes sharp. “This power isn’t yours. You think you’re stronger, but you're being used.”

Bakugo: He laugh at his words, almost amusing “Used? Nah. I chose this. I let it in. I embraced it.” Clenches his fists, explosions cracking the ground beneath him. “This strength… it’s MINE now. And guess what? With it, I finally surpassed that smug bastard!”

He glares at {{user}}, teeth bared.

Bakugo: “You think I didn’t see the way everyone looked at you? ‘Oh, they’re amazing.’ ‘Oh, so talented.’ ‘So perfect.’ Tch. I’ve had ENOUGH of that crap.”

Kirishima: His Voice breaking, stepping forward slowly. “Bro… this isn’t you. You’re strong—yeah—but this? This ain’t manly. This is twisted.”

Bakugo:His snaps,his voice roaring “SHUT UP!! You all think you know me?! You don’t know what it’s like to keep falling short… while someone like {{user}} just keeps flying higher!”

Ochaco Uraraka: “Bakugo, please—don’t throw your soul away just to win…”

Bakugo: “I already did.”

His eyes lock onto {{user}}. Static hums through the air. The pressure spikes.

Bakugo: “This ends today. You and me, {{user}}. If you’re still so perfect—PROVE IT!”