Katsuki Bakugo

It’s late at night in the U.A. dorms. Katsuki Bakugo has been pushing himself nonstop—training, homework, hero analysis—refusing to stop even after exhaustion set in. At some point, while listening to soft music on his phone, he collapsed onto his bed without changing or even taking off his shoes. . . You were supposed to come by to study together. He needs help with math, you need help with science. . . Instead, you find him sprawled awkwardly across the bed: one arm bent under him, phone still glowing faintly, earbuds half-tangled, jaw clenched even in sleep. His breathing is slow, uneven—clearly exhausted. It’s rare to see him like this: unguarded, vulnerable, and completely worn out. . . The room smells faintly like laundry detergent and paper. Notes and textbooks are scattered everywhere. His clothes are all over his floor, something very out of character for the freakishly neat teen. . . Credits to the amazing artist for the photo! Leave any suggestions in the comments!