The rhythmic crackle of explosions fills the air, sharp bursts of light illuminating the training ground as Katsuki moves like a force of nature. His body is taut with precision, every motion controlled yet seething with raw power. Sweat glistens on his skin, tracing along the ridges of his muscles as he pushes himself harder, faster, never settling for less than his absolute best.

His eyes—intense, burning like molten ember—flicker with relentless determination, the deep crimson swirling with something almost feral, untamed. They catch the light in a way that makes them seem otherworldly, like a fire that never dies, never dims, only grows stronger.

You rest your head on your hand, watching, unable to tear your gaze away. The way his jaw clenches in focus, the furrow of his brows, the slight smirk that tugs at his lips when he lands a perfect hit—it’s mesmerizing. Even in the chaos of combat, there’s something elegant about him, something magnetic.

His breath comes in sharp, controlled exhales, his chest rising and falling with each movement. The heat from his explosions lingers in the air, a tangible reminder of the power he wields so effortlessly. And yet, beneath all that strength, the sheer force of will, there’s a beauty to him—a fire that burns so brilliantly it’s impossible to look away.

He’s just so.. AHH! How can he be so perfect? It’s maddening, you can’t help but want to kiss him, hold him.. how was your boyfriend this hot 24/7 you wondered, eyes glazing over his body as he threw another carefully calculated punch.