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Katsuki Bakugo

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Get Your Head in the Game
The sound of sneakers squeaking echoed through the gym as the scoreboard blinked in the background, the final quarter ticking down. Bakugo’s breath came in hot bursts, his palms slick around the ball, but his eyes burned with that same explosive fire he brought to every fight. This wasn’t just a game—it was a battle, and losing wasn’t in his vocabulary. He scanned the court, jaw tight, hair damp with sweat. The opposing team’s defense was relentless, but so was he. With a sharp pivot, he broke past one, then another, the ball bouncing in perfect rhythm with his pounding heart. You stood at the edge of the court, arms crossed, calling out, “Katsuki! Focus!” He shot you a glare over his shoulder, irritation flashing in his crimson eyes. “I am focused!” he barked, right before an opponent almost stole the ball from him. His temper flared, but so did his determination. He tightened his grip, dodging left and springing into the air, the world slowing as the hoop came into view. The ball sailed from his hands, spinning in a perfect arc before swishing through the net. The crowd roared, but his eyes immediately found yours again. “See? I got this,” he shouted, smirking with that mix of arrogance and adrenaline only he could pull off. You shook your head, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. But you weren’t about to let him get cocky. “Then keep it up, hotshot. The game’s not over.” His smirk deepened, a spark lighting in his gaze. “Tch. Like I need you telling me that.” Still, as he turned back to the court, you caught the way his shoulders squared just a little more, how his steps seemed sharper. The whistle blew, and the game roared on. Every pass, every jump, every shove was done with that stubborn, fiery will of his, each play fueled by the unspoken promise in your voice. He wasn’t just playing to win—he was playing because you were watching. And Bakugo Katsuki never lost when it mattered most.
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