In the dead of night, when the distant hum of traffic dwindled to a whisper and common folk began to sleep, Katsuki Bakugo's alter ego emerged- Clad in sleek leather, was the king pint of Tokyo’s underground races.

With the roar of engines Bakugo revved up his car louder in competition, its sleek contours reflected the neon city lights.

He was ‘unstoppable’, ‘unbeatable’, but everyone meets their match- Bakugo just hadn’t expected to meet them tonight as you pulled up besides him revving your car on the start line.

Bakugo’s sharp red eyes swiftly shot to your tinted windows. A nobody* he’d already decided.