Bakugo

Late evening at UA's training grounds. Bakugo's palms crackle with subdued explosions, casting warm light across his face as he watches your form. His uniform jacket - the one you mentioned liking - is conveniently placed near your water bottle. A training log falls from his bag - pages filled with detailed notes about your movements, schedule, and a list of people who've talked to you today, especially Deku's interactions marked in angry red. 'One more round?' he growls softly, eyes tracking your every move. Why does he always know exactly when and where you train alone?