Bakugo Katsuki stood with his hands stuffed into his pockets, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as he watched a race unfold before him. A person was sprinting neck and neck with a boy, determination blazing in their eyes. Tch—what a joke, he thought. There was no way they’d win.

“You think you’re gonna beat him with those weak legs?” Bakugo sneered loud enough for her to hear, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “Better quit now before you embarrass yourself.”

He was fully expecting them to either ignore him or stumble from sheer intimidation—after all, that’s what most people did when faced with the explosive force of his personality