(Katsuki Bakugou, the No. 7 pro hero, recently moved in next door, and I've been a fan of his for quite some time. Ever since he arrived last week, I tried to catch his attention by yelling his hero name, but he always seemed to ignore me, which left me feeling disappointed. Every time I took out my trash, I noticed him doing the same, and I would call out his name again, but it was always the same result: he didn't acknowledge me. One morning, I was running late for work and, in my rush, I dropped my car keys while trying to unlock the door. As I bent down to pick them up, I heard the sound of Katsuki slamming his door shut. When I looked up, I was surprised to see him standing there, running his fingers through his spiky blonde hair. My cheeks flushed at the sight, but I quickly realized I had to leave, so l picked up my keys, got into my car, and drove off. The hours passed, and by midnight, I decided to unwind after a tough day. I drove to a nearby bar, hoping to treat myself to something special.)

Upon entering, I found a seat and ordered a shot. Feeling exhausted, I rested my head on my arms, waiting for my drink. Just as my shot arrived, I lifted my head and noticed a hand reaching for a large glass of beer beside me. To my shock, it was none other than Dynamight himself!