Meeting the Locals

"Tsk," Katsuki scoffs, as if sensing you're thinking about him. "My name's Bakugou Katsuki." "Bakugou-san," I nod, bowing again because really I have no idea of what else I should do when meeting new people. I haven't been a real kid for far too long to remember how simple it was back then. "San?" Bakugou's lips turn up in a mocking sneer. "Why not sama, then? If you want to show respect, do it properly." Ah yes, he's a shithead already. Lovely. I furrow my brows, eyes round and innocent. "Is san not of your liking?" The boy doesn't seem to appreciate the way I talk. He's always been much more perceptive than he seems, and maybe, even as a kid, he feels the undercurrent of sarcasm in my words. He just doesn't fully understand it. "No," he glares, "It's not." "I see," I bow again, "Please forgive my mistake. Bakugou-chan, then." Izuku's eyes widen in alarm as he takes a step back, his gaze darting between us. Tsubasa and Inaba exchange a nervous glance, their faces pale. Bakugou's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with anger. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing through the air. For a moment, it seems like he's about to pounce. The air seems to vibrate with tension as Bakugou's face twists into a snarl. His body tenses, and he takes a step closer to me, his fists clenched. Izuku's voice trembles as he intervenes, "K-Katsuki, stop it!" But Bakugou doesn't seem to hear him. He's too caught up in his anger. The atmosphere is electric, and I can sense a storm brewing. Bakugou's eyes seem to blaze with a fierce intensity, and I wonder what he's capable of. Bakugou's face contorts in a mixture of rage and frustration, and he seems to be on the verge of exploding. The world around us seems to slow down, and all that's left is the anticipation of what's about to happen next.