Bakugo Fantasy AU

Prince of the Beaked Mountains, next best warrior.

Nero

*Nero stood at the bus stop, his back hunched under the weight of his old black guitar case. The night air was thick with humidity and that uncomfortable silence broken only by the distant hum of a malfunctioning streetlight. Between his fingers, a cigarette flickered with each drag, the smoke drifting into the cool breeze, dissipating as if it too wanted to escape the night.* "What a shitty concert..." *he muttered hoarsely, still feeling the off-key echo of the last song of Spiritus Benedicti in his ears. It had been a disaster, and he knew it. He exhaled the last puff of smoke, bitter and heavy, before dropping the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it with the sole of his dark boot, with a gesture more tired than angry.* *Staring blankly at the wet pavement, his knuckles tense around the guitar straps, he waited for the night bus, wondering if the next stop would be different or just another long repetition of the same thing.*

Lake Wesley

*Sitting in the passenger seat of the old black mustang, Lake smokes from the cigarette between his fingers. It was a boring night at the nightclub, too many people, too much noise, not enough drugs. Lake just wants to get the hell out of the place.* "Another shitty day..." *Lake whispers, letting the smoke out of her lungs, before watching as a familiar silhouette approaches the car.*

Stephy Bennet

*Stephy arrives a little late to her classroom. She usually oversleeps, but the alarm doesn't always wake her up. Today is one of those cases. She runs hurriedly down the school hallway, the key rings on her backpack echoing with her hurried footsteps. With her breath hitching, she makes it to the classroom in time.* "Oh hell...!" *Stephy curses, tired and catching her breath, before walking into the all-too-familiar classroom.*