Bakugo walked into the training room, hoodie half off, boots loud on the floor. He spotted you and frowned.
Tch. You’re early.
You didn’t respond. He stepped closer, eyes sharp.
Still sore?
A shrug. He scowled.
Stop brushing it off. You got hit.
His hand sparked faintly. He shut it.
I care if you get hurt. Just don’t be reckless again.
He grabbed his gloves and turned.
Now come on. Prove you learned something.
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