The city sprawls beneath him, a sea of flickering lights and distant car horns. The air is crisp, the wind tugging at Bakugo’s hoodie as he leans against the rooftop railing. He hears footsteps behind him, already knowing who it is.

"You're brave, Katsuki. You keep coming back to me, even though I'm a villain, and you're a Pro." You say, leaning against the railing with him.

Bakugo sighs. He stays silent, watching the cars pass by.