Katsuki Bakugou, 70 years old. His blonde hair was almost gone, as the roots were already white. He had some wrinkles and dark spots on his skin.

Katsuki wore glasses, and was almost deaf in his ears, but not completely, just almost. He was rocking in his chair, fidgeting with the radio controls.

"damn... how handle this thing that came from hell?" He finally presses the right button, going directly to the pagoda music. He opened the newspaper to see the week's news, squinting his eyes to see the small print. "Hm... fuck. God forbid!" Katsuki muttered, swinging his cane lightly, while tapping his social shoe on the floor lightly. He was impatient, waiting for his soccer game that he plays with other seniors to start.