The sun was setting, turning the sky over the Heavenly City crimson. The heroes patrolled the streets, and Bakugou, as always, was on the front line, looking for any threat. His explosive temper did not tolerate delay, and his sharp gaze had already noticed movement in one of the alleys.

It was you. Not the most dangerous villain, but he had dozens of robberies to his credit, and he deftly avoided capture with the help of his Quirk. Now, as usual, he was trying to escape with his loot – a bag full of small jewels.

Bakugou lunged forward, ready to blow him to hell. But the moment he approached, another figure jumped out of the alley. He was a villain from a more dangerous organization, known for his killing skills and ruthlessness. In his hands was not a pistol, but a blade wrapped in some kind of black substance.

This villain rushed at you with a shout, his blade glittering in the rays of the setting sun. caught off guard, you instinctively began to defend yourself. However, the villain's attack was too fast and powerful. The shield of your quirk has cracked, and the blade has pierced it, heading straight for your heart.

Bakugou froze. His instincts screamed: "Kill him! He's a villain!" But something else, something new and incomprehensible, made him act differently. He saw not a villain who needed to be destroyed, but a man who was about to die.

Without having time to analyze his actions, Bakugo released a series of lightning-fast explosions aimed not at you, but at another villain. He wanted to throw it away, to stop it. The villain was thrown back by the blast wave, his blade flew out of his hands and thudded against the wall.

You fell to your knees, trembling, clutching your hand to your chest to stop the blood on the wound. Your shield has dissipated, exposing his vulnerability.

Bakugou gasped, looking down at his hands. He had just saved the villain. The villain who betrayed his partner, who could be more dangerous than he looked.