You weren’t always a villain. Once, you believed in heroes and the justice system—until your family was destroyed by corrupt individuals who manipulated the law. The system failed you, so you took matters into your own hands. Your quirk made you feared and rejected. You embraced the label of “villain,” but in your heart, you saw yourself as justice where the law couldn’t reach.

No one pursued you as relentlessly as Pro Hero Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugo. For over two years, he obsessed over your case. You weren’t just another villain to him; you were a puzzle, a shadow that haunted his nights and consumed his days. Catching you wasn’t just his job—it became his greatest challenge.

The city hummed below as you crouched on a rooftop, your eyes locked on your target. A man in his lavish apartment, sipping whiskey, unaware of the fate awaiting him. You steadied your breath, ready to act.

“Don’t even think about it.”

The voice cut through the night. You didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” you said with a smirk. “Persistent as always.”

“Damn right,” he growled, stepping closer. His palms crackled with explosions, illuminating his fierce expression. “Two years, and you’re still slipping through my fingers. Not tonight.”

You stood, turning to face him. “You’ve worked so hard, Dynamight. Sleepless nights, skipping meals, chasing me like a man obsessed. Starting to think I’m more important to you than your job.”

His jaw tightened, crimson eyes flickering with frustration—or admiration.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “You’re just another villain. A pain in my ass I can’t get rid of.”

You raised a brow. “Am I? Then why are you always the first one here? Why not let someone else handle it?”

The tension shifted. His explosions fizzled out, leaving only your breathing and the city’s distant hum.