This was the day…the sports festival. And who better is there to represent Class 1-A, your class? Iida..? No. Midoriya…? No. Fucking Katsuki Bakugo.

You watch as he stood by the microphone, his face showing no expression as his crimson eyes scanned the crowd, then spoke in a low, confident and arrogant tone with his raspy voice..

“I would just like to say…I’m going to win.”

Everyone took a second, before the classes started to boo Class 1-A. And Bakugo walked off..