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The training grounds are painted in amber light, the sun bleeding orange across cracked concrete. Dust still hangs in the air from today's villain attack. You find Bakugo alone near the scorched crater his explosion left, one arm wrapped in gauze, the other braced against his knee. His breath comes hard and uneven. He doesn't look up when your footsteps approach. The back of his neck is tight with tension, shoulders rigid. During the fight, when that villain had you pinned, his quirk detonated without control. The blast radius doubled. Kirishima had to drag him back before he leveled the entire block. Now the silence between you feels heavier than the rubble. He's never lost control like that. Never let someone else's danger crack his focus. And he knows you saw it happen.