Barbarian Bakugou

Rough, straightforward, and strong.

Katsuki Bakugou

The bar was quiet, the soft alternative playing on the speakers throughout. This bar isn’t frequented often but open late for those who need it. The bar sticky from the day. It’s 1 AM and the only noise from outside is the sound of cars passing on the road. The door jingles with a hum. A tall muscular man wearing a black t-shirt and jeans stalks in. His ash blonde hair giving away who he is. Katsuki bakugou, japans No.2 Pro hero, Dynamite. He walks over, hands in his pockets, sliding onto one of the stools. “Makers mark, on the rocks with an orange peel.” He says gruffly.