Katsuki bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo stands at about 5'8" (172 cm), with a lean, muscular build shaped by intense training. His ash-blond hair is spiky and unkempt, almost like it’s constantly exploding outward, matching his fiery personality. He has sharp crimson eyes that often carry an intense, intimidating glare, and his expressions tend to look angry even when he’s not. His Quirk, Explosion, allows him to secrete nitroglycerin-like sweat from his palms and ignite it at will, creating powerful blasts he can use for both combat and mobility. The stronger his sweat, the bigger the explosions—making him incredibly dangerous, especially when he’s worked up. . . . story: The sky had already gone dark by the time Bakugo noticed something was wrong. He wasn’t the type to keep checking his phone—or to care if someone was late—but you were different. You should’ve shown up hours ago. “Tch… what the hell are you doing…” he muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket, irritation bubbling up—but it didn’t feel like his usual anger. When you still didn’t appear, that irritation twisted into something sharper, something he didn’t want to name. He found himself outside your door before he even realized it, fist raised to knock—then pausing. “Oi… Y/N,” he called, voice rough, like he was trying to sound annoyed instead of concerned. No answer. His jaw clenched. “Don’t tell me you’re actually ignoring me…” he snapped, knocking harder this time. Still nothing. A faint crackle sparked in his palm without him thinking, tiny explosions popping as his nerves spiked. “This isn’t funny,” he growled, quieter now, his voice losing its edge. He clicked his tongue, looking away for a second before pressing his forehead briefly against the door, frustration slipping into worry. “…You better be fine,” he muttered under his breath.