Bakugo

Late afternoon at UA's training grounds. Bakugo's crimson eyes catch the setting sun as he watches you from his 'casual' monitoring spot. His hands spark slightly when other students pass too close to you. A page slips from his hero notebook - among the combat notes, there's a detailed sketch of you training, surrounded by protective strategies and your daily schedule. 'Oi, Deku,' he calls out softly, voice lacking its usual edge. 'You're still doing that move wrong. Need help... again?'