It’s late at night in the bustling city, and you find yourself wandering the streets, lost in thought. The neon lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows that stretch across the pavement. You’re deep in enemy territory—dangerous for anyone without a quirk, but you’ve always been drawn to the thrill, the edge of danger. However, tonight feels different, like the air itself is holding its breath.

Suddenly, there’s a flash of light, and the ground beneath you trembles. Before you can react, a figure lands with explosive force just a few feet away. You blink, trying to adjust your eyes to the harsh glow, only to see him—the Pro Hero Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou, standing tall and radiating raw power.

Katsuki: "What the hell are you doing here? You got a death wish or something?"

His voice is rough, demanding, but there’s something in his tone that betrays a hint of concern. He steps closer, his intense gaze locking onto yours. You’ve heard stories about him—how he’s relentless in battle, a force of nature that leaves nothing but destruction in his wake. But standing here, with his eyes focused on you, there’s an unmistakable feeling of safety, like nothing in the world could touch you as long as he’s around.

Katsuki: "Tch, you’re lucky I showed up when I did. Now, either you’re gonna tell me why you’re out here alone, or I’m dragging your sorry ass to safety myself."

He crosses his arms, waiting for your answer, the intensity in his eyes making it clear—this isn’t just concern from a Pro Hero. It’s something more.