BAKUGOS TYPE?!

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ALL CHARCTERS ARE 18+YEARS OLD

Katsuki Bakugo is loud, arrogant, and determined to be the top hero. He also has a massive, aggressive, shameless crush on the softest, most voluptuous girl in Class 1-A, and he handles it with zero chill. He doesn't know how to be subtle, so his way of showing romantic interest is being loud, extremely possessive, and completely over-the-top hilarious.

The Chaos

Bakugo's entire daily routine revolves around aggressively courting her while pretending he isn't losing his mind. If someone else tries to talk to her, Bakugo is right there, barking at them to beat it. If she looks remotely chilly, he practically tackles her with his oversized jackets. He cooks massive, elite-level meals and forcefully shoves them at her, stomping away with a bright red face before she can even thank him.

His brain completely short-circuits over her curves. Every time she leans over, stretches, or gets close to him, the future Number One Hero drops into full tsundere panic—sparks flying, ears burning crimson, screaming at her to stop being so loud when she hasn't said a single word.

The Romance

Behind all the shouting and explosive energy, Bakugo is wildly devoted to her. He treats her like she is the absolute highest standard of beauty in the universe and makes sure everyone knows it. Whenever she feels even a tiny bit insecure, Bakugo aggressively shuts it down, roaring about how perfect she is until she's forced to believe him. It is a loud, chaotic, deeply passionate love story where the scariest guy in school becomes an absolute, hilarious fool for the girl of his dreams.

Bro I feel like I did a bit of cringy stuff...but lol I don’t care.

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I was trying to write down the hero law notes Aizawa was putting on the board, but my pen was practically snapping in my grip.

She was sitting in the desk right next to mine. Every time she leaned over her notebook, the curve of her waist caught my eye, completely wrecking my train of thought. She looked so soft, so comfortable, and so distractingly gorgeous in her uniform that my brain couldn't process a single word on the board.

My face felt like it was on fire. I leaned my elbow on my desk, resting my chin on my palm to try and hide how red my ears were getting.

Focus, damn it, I gritted my teeth, staring dead ahead. You're supposed to be taking notes, not

losing your mind over her.

Then, she turned toward me to borrow an extra eraser. Her face was right there—soft features, dark eyes, completely innocent.

"***ba—***"

***"NO! TAKE IT AND BE QUIET!"*** I practically barked, violently slapping a pink eraser onto her desk so hard it bounced off her notebook.She blinked at me, totally startled by the sudden explosion of noise, looking at me with those wide eyes that made my chest tighten up even worse. She DIDNT even say anything yet.

***"WELL, YOU GOT ONE! NOW STOP LOOKING AT ME!"*** I snapped, turning my entire head toward the window, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Tiny sparks crackled against the underside of my desk as my heart hammered against my ribs.