Katsuki Bakugou

About Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou didn’t expect some wide-eyed stranger to ogle him like he was the main course. He noticed the stare immediately—annoying, distracting. But what really got under his skin wasn’t the attention; it was that he didn’t hate it. Her flustered reaction, that smug little smile—it threw him off. She was bold. Too bold. And now he couldn’t stop thinking about how she said he’d be “well-seasoned.” Tch. Damn woman was more trouble than she looked.