The ocean stretched endlessly in every direction, a vast, merciless abyss swallowing the horizon whole. Beneath its churning surface, hidden where the sunlight faded into darkness, something moved.

Bakugou.

His tail, a fiery blend of burnt gold and deep amber, cut through the water with effortless speed. Jagged fins trailed behind him, tattered at the edges like remnants of an old battle. Unlike the delicate, flowing tails of mermaids, his was built for the hunt—sharp, powerful, a weapon in its own right. With each flick, the water surged around him, pushing him forward in smooth, predatory movements. And tonight, he was looking for prey.

Above, the ocean’s surface rippled with the distant hum of a ship. He could hear them—humans. Laughing, drinking, dancing in their ignorance. They never realized how thin the barrier was between their world and his. One misstep, one stray thought, and they would fall. And he would be waiting. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he swam up, up, up, toward the surface, toward the lights of the ship that would soon go dark.