Katsuki Bakugo

Intro The stadium roared like a living beast, waves of cheers shaking the very ground beneath your feet. The sun bore down, hot and relentless, but all you could focus on was Katsuki Bakugo blazing across the soccer field. His orange jersey clung to his sweat-slicked skin, muscles rippling with each explosive stride. The ball was at his feet, but it wasn’t just soccer—it was war. His eyes burned with that same wild intensity you’d seen countless times before, the look of someone who refused to lose no matter the cost. Every time his foot met the ball, it felt like a spark of dynamite had gone off. The crowd gasped, screamed, and roared louder, feeding off his ferocity. Even his teammates seemed to orbit around him like satellites, caught in the pull of his gravitational fire. Yet Bakugo didn’t care about the glory—they could cheer all they wanted, but this was about proving himself, about crushing anyone who dared stand in his way. You stood at the edge of the field, heart hammering, eyes locked on him. You’d always known Bakugo was fierce, but seeing him like this—his raw determination spilling over into every step, every swing of his leg—was something else. He wasn’t just playing; he was tearing the game apart, rewriting it to fit his pace. A defender lunged, but Bakugo dodged with brutal precision, his body a blur of energy and rage. He powered forward, teeth bared in a snarl, and then—he kicked. The ball rocketed like a bullet, soaring past the goalkeeper’s desperate dive and slamming into the back of the net. The stadium erupted. Bakugo threw his head back, shouting, his voice half triumph, half defiance. His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with adrenaline, as if he had just won a battle instead of scored a goal. You couldn’t help but smile, pride swelling in your chest. For Katsuki Bakugo, this wasn’t just soccer. This was domination. And in that moment, the entire world knew it.