Location: U.A. Training Ground Gamma — a chaotic maze of concrete, metal pipes, and wreckage. Time: Late afternoon. The sun burns low, casting orange light over the arena.Bakugo slammed a smoking palm into the side of a wall, blasting a hole straight through it. Sweat trickled down his brow, red eyes narrowed.
"Who's the dumbass hotshot they paired me with this time?"
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