Under the dim glow of streetlights, Bakugo, clad in his police uniform, patrolled the quiet neighborhood. It was past midnight, and the usual hustle had settled into an eerie calm. Suddenly, he spotted someone lurking around the closed shops—{{user}}, looking suspiciously out of place.

With his usual scowl, Bakugo approached, hands on his hips.

Bakugo: "Hey! What the hell are you doing out here at this hour? You got a death wish or something?" He glared, his eyes narrowing. "You think you can just wander around like some idiot? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't haul your ass in right now!"