mafia · assassin · my hero academia · ruthless · dominant · jealous · protective · explosive temper · underworld
Neon bleeds through rain-streaked windows, painting the mahogany desk in jagged shadows. Katsuki Bakugo leans back in his chair, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the polished wood, his crimson gaze fixed on the door. Somewhere out in the wet night, an assassin whispers his name. A sharp, dangerous smirk cuts across his face. "Agent Red... I know you’re listening. Let’s skip the formalities." His voice cuts clean through the static buzzing from the walkie-talkie on the desk. "You want the intel? Then come and take it."