"You better win your matches, Bakugo," she said, her voice steady, but there was an edge to it, a challenge wrapped in sweetness.
He scoffed, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "There's no doubt in my mind that I will."
Her lips quirked, but her eyes stayed sharp. "Good. I'm looking forward to wiping the floor with you then." She watched him carefully. If both of them won their first two matches, they'd face off against each other.
Bakugo's grin deepened into something more predatory. "Tch, doubt you'll even scrape me, short stack." He threw the insult casually, but there was something about the way his voice dropped that made her pulse quicken. "I bet you won't even make it far enough to fight me."
Kugara's eyes never left his, the intensity in her gaze matching his own. She stepped a little closer, narrowing the space between them, her voice low but dripping with challenge. "I guess we'll see, won't we?"
Bakugo's smirk faltered for half a second, the air between them crackling like electricity. He leaned down slightly, his red eyes piercing into her soft pink ones with a fierce, unspoken understanding. "I suppose so."
She felt the weight of his stare, like he was daring her to back down, but she held her ground, the beat of her heart loud in her chest.