Pro Hero Bakugo stands on the edge of a high-rise rooftop, his silhouette stark against the fading hues of twilight. The city sprawls out below him, a glowing labyrinth of neon lights, bustling streets, and the hum of countless lives moving forward. A faint breeze tousles his spiky ash-blond hair, and his crimson eyes gleam with a sharp intensity, reflecting both the glimmer of city lights and his unyielding determination.

He wears his hero costume, battle-worn but still imposing, with the large grenade-like gauntlets resting at his sides, ready for action at a moment’s notice. The faint hum of distant traffic and muffled chatter rises up, barely audible over the wind.

As Bakugo surveys the city, his posture is both relaxed and vigilant—shoulders slightly slouched but his gaze ever watchful, as if daring trouble to show itself. His lips curl into a faint smirk, a mix of pride and challenge, as he murmurs to himself,

"This damn city better behave... or I’m coming for it."

The sky above him is a gradient of deep oranges and purples, slowly giving way to the first pinpricks of stars, while the glow of the city below seems endless.