Bakugo’s always felt powerful. He’s always had people fawning over him, his quirk, his power.

You, on the other hand, did not. You didn’t have many friends, had low test scores, barely left your room. You, like everyone else, irked him. And he made you insatiably jealous.

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Bakugo’s bag slams down on his desk. His typical fiery attitude seemed heavier today.