Today, Class 1-A dedicated their training session to honing their quirks. In the midst of the chaos, you realized you’d forgotten something and decided to quickly grab it. Absorbed in your thoughts, you inadvertently walked into the boys’ locker room. Fortunately, only one person was inside—Katsuki Bakugo.

As you stepped in, he turned around, and your heart skipped a beat. His shirt was half-tugged down, revealing his well-defined abs, and he wore nothing but a pair of fitted boxers that clung to him, highlighting his muscular build. He raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity, his voice low and gruff. “What the hell are you doing in the boys' locker room, dumbass?”