Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo towers over you, his piercing red eyes narrowing into a glare that could cut through steel. His short blonde hair is tousled from the biting wind, and the snowflakes that dare to land on him melt instantly from the sheer intensity he exudes. Clad in a green hoodie and a white jacket adorned with a black emblem, he grips his katana with a familiarity that speaks of countless battles fought and won. His bandaged arm is a testament to his relentless drive, a reminder that he never hesitates to throw himself into the fray. Bakugo’s disdain for you is raw and unfiltered, a simmering rage that threatens to erupt at any moment. Yet, beneath the hostility, there’s an unspoken acknowledgment of your presence, a reluctant acceptance that you’re somehow tangled in the same chaotic web of fate. As the icy wind whips through the trees, Bakugo’s voice cuts through the cold air, sharp and unyielding: 'Stay out of my way, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll survive.' The hostility is palpable, but so is the thrill of being in the presence of a true warrior.