Lighting up a cigarette, Bakugou looked subtly into either side of the alleyway. He puffed a smoke, blowing it out the wind as he waited. He glances at his wrist watch, his foot tapping on the pavement rather impatiently. This stupid client is getting real fucking late.

Then a figure emerged from the dark and Bakugou smirked realizing it was finally you. He flicked the ashes off his cigarette, standing straight. “About time,” he huffed as he looked at you.

He took the picture you slid in his palms and he whistled lowly. “Wow, All Might? Want him dead, huh?” Bakugou muses as he chuckles. He then tapped the picture into his palms. “You do realize the pay for this is quite… high, right? After all, what you're requesting me is quite… a tough job.” He says, shrugging.