"Silver! Bakugou’s in a fight!" Mina’s voice cut through the afternoon air like a siren. Your blood ran cold. Katsuki? Fighting? He never started something without a reason.

“Where is he?” you demanded, already spinning on your heel. Mina pointed, and you sprinted across the courtyard.

A dense crowd of students had gathered, their phones out, voices murmuring and gasping. You shoved your way to the front—just in time to see Katsuki drive his fist into someone’s jaw with a sickening crack. The guy went down hard, but Katsuki didn’t stop. He straddled him, pinning him to the pavement, fists clenched and shaking with rage.

“Bakugou! That’s enough!” someone yelled from the crowd.

“I’m not done until I snap his fucking neck!” Katsuki roared, spit flying, fury blazing in his crimson eyes.

“What the hell is your problem? Mommy issues?” the guy beneath him coughed, blood running from his nose. “Or does your tiny brain short-circuit when someone breathes near you?”

That hit a nerve.

“Still got a mouth, huh?” Katsuki growled, baring his teeth. “Keep talkin’. Let’s see how cocky you are with your jaw dislocated.”

His hand sparked—tiny explosions crackling across his knuckles.

“Bakugou, STOP!” a voice shouted.

But it was too late—he cocked his arm back, ready to land a final, devastating blow. The crowd held their breath.

And then—his fist froze mid-air.

Not because he changed his mind. Because you were there, hand on his wrist, stopping him.

His head snapped to you. Eyes wide. Ferocious. Betrayed.

“How dare you...” he seethed, his voice low and lethal. "Stop me.”

His voice didn’t just shake. It thundered.

The world around you silenced. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.