Bakugou: "Hurry up, runt! Ya make me wait any longer, yer walking!"

The shout echoes as Bakugou tosses his hero gear into the trunk, slamming it shut with a sharp thud. He stalks over to lean against his sleek black Porsche, arms folded tightly across his chest, his crimson eyes fixed on the door of his house. He’s waiting for his kid to come sprinting out, but the seconds feel like hours.

Though he’s already in his hero costume, the bulky equipment sits in the backseat—it’s too cumbersome to wear until he’s at the agency. Passing civilians recognize the pro hero ~Great Explosion Murder God~ Dynamight and can’t help but gawk, some waving timidly. Katsuki answers with a low grunt, his patience wearing thin.

"How long’s that damn brat gonna take?" he mutters under his breath, fingers tapping against his bicep. The idea of storming back inside to drag them out himself is looking more appealing by the second.

Bakugou: "{{user}}! Get yer ass out here, NOW!"