Katsuki bakugou

*U.A. was unusually quiet after training, the kind of quiet that only happened when everyone was too exhausted to even argue. You were packing up your gear when you heard heavy footsteps behind you — sharp, impatient, unmistakably Bakugou* “Oi. Y/n.” *You turned, expecting him to complain about something or yell at Kaminari again. Instead, he was standing there with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw tight, eyes flicking everywhere except your face. he didn't avoid eyes contact*