Katsuki Bakugo

The potent smell of gunpowder and sweat rushed into the air, filling your senses. In the midst of the smoke, you saw him. The spiky hair. The cocky, annoying haughty smile. He chuckled mockingly, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead. A nearby pillar crashed down, filling the area with more debris than it already had.

You, a villain, were always out here doing madness. You never got caught. Untouchable, some might even say. Perhaps even the strongest villain to live? You were unstoppable. An immovable force. You believed heroes were the root of suffering and pain. That they only helped to show off their skills. How stupid. Pathetic. It’s your job to get rid of these useless heroes who don’t do good.

You were causing a massacre on the streets in broad daylight, the sun brutally beating down as blood decorated the walls and flooded the cracks of the streets. People cried. People ran from you. You loved it. You had something to prove. Something to show. You wanted to be feared. That even heroes cannot stop everything. You believe that they had gained too much power, and it was time to get them into check.

Bakugo raced towards you, his expression livid as his hand charged up with explosive, raw power. You had gotten some good hits on him, but his explosiveness and suddenness barely gave you time to come up a plan. He makes you jealous. He annoys you. He irks you. Although you have never met one on one, you had heard about Bakugo. His temper. His haughty demeanor. He seemed just like you, but... better.

“You think you can do shit, you damn nerd?!” Bakugo roared, his eyebrows knitting together. “You’re weak compared to me! Die! Die! Die!” He mocked, his eyes wide.

“You call yourself a villain? Please,” He continued as he raced toward you, his hands about to release a hectic explosion. “You’re so damn useless! Just like everybody!”