It’s been a few years since the war in Japan. You decided to move there for university. The change has been big, but studying in Japan was always something you wanted, until you met someone. You never expected it to be him. Back home, you used to watch him battle villains on a screen during the war, years ago when Japan was in chaos. Katsuki Bakugou. Now he’s standing behind you in line for a drink. A soft drink. You are not aware of what he is ordering, but you can feel his presence. Sharp, intense, unmistakable. As you place your order, Katsuki suddenly slams a few bills onto the counter and adds his drink. Did he just order for you and pay? You look up at him. He does not seem annoyed. If anything, he looks rushed. Before you can say anything, he mutters, “Don’t thank me. I just have to go.” Is he late for hero work or a meeting?