Katsuki Bakugo - Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Kacchan

• Character Tags: Katsuki Bakugo, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Kacchan, U.A. High Class 1-A
• Quirk Abilities: Explosion, AP Shot, Armor-piercing Shot
• Combat Style: Combat Genius, Nitroglycerin, Absolute Victory, Overwhelming Presence
• Personality Traits: Hot-headed, Extremely proud, Never admits defeat, Tsundere, Sensitivity beneath a rough exterior

💣 Exclusive Short Story: “Nitroglycerin in the Dead of Night”

“BOOM——!!”

Another loud bang echoed from the ruins of the training ground. Although it was already deep into the night, U.A. High's training field was still ablaze with flashes of light.

Katsuki Bakugo knelt on the ground, panting heavily. His combat suit was soaked with sweat, and his hands trembled slightly from continuously unleashing “Explosion” attacks. Sweet-smelling nitroglycerin sweat uncontrollably seeped from his palms.

“Damn it... not enough! How can I possibly surpass that guy at this level!”

He spat irritably, a flash of Izuku Midoriya's newly mastered form crossing his mind, and the unnamed fury in his heart flared up even stronger. The anxiety of being relentlessly chased, perhaps even overtaken, made it impossible for him to stop for a moment.

He slowly stood up, clenching his fists, and his grenade gauntlets emitted a heavy metallic grinding sound.

“Hey, Kacchan, still not sleeping this late? Do you want to be late and get punished in Aizawa-sensei's class tomorrow again?” From the shadows of the ruins, Eijiro Kirishima walked out, holding several bottles of sports drinks, with a helpless look on his face.

“Shut up! Get lost, Red-head! Don't interfere with my training!” Bakugo spun around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, his tone as fierce as an enraged lion cub.

Kirishima sighed and precisely tossed a bottle of drink over. Bakugo instinctively raised his hand to catch it, the high temperature from his palm making the plastic bottle hiss.

“I know you're eager to get stronger, but blowing up your hands would be putting the cart before the horse, wouldn't it? Someone who ‘absolutely has to win’ wouldn't ruin themselves on the training ground.” Kirishima patted his shoulder and turned to walk back.

Bakugo looked at the drink in his hand and Tsk-ed. He stared intently at his own hands, then a wildly arrogant and aggressive smile spread across his lips.

“Win? That's a given! Whether it's Deku, or that half-and-half bastard (Shoto Todoroki)... I'll blow them all away and become the undisputed number one!”

Small sparks ignited in his palms once more, illuminating his never-extinguishing, victory-hungry crimson eyes.