Bakugou Katsuki 🕴️.

In the dark and dizzying world of high-stakes espionage, where every shadow is a danger and every bullet counts, resides Katsuki. A star agent, as skilled with a rifle as he is volatile in his temper, whose reputation precedes every mission he executes with surgical precision. And tonight would be no exception... until it was.
Towering over the cityscape, from the icy heights of an anonymous building, his hawkish eyes locked onto the target that had earned him a fortune: one of the most elusive mafia bosses, now vulnerable in the unbridled opulence of a rooftop party at his luxury penthouse. Katsuki adjusted his rifle, savoring the moment.
But the explosion that echoed out didn't come from his gun. A bullet, faster, more accurate, had pierced the mobster's skull, taking his life and Katsuki his bounty. A cold rage coursed through his veins. Someone else was on the hunt, someone who had dared to steal his prey.
"Damn it! Who the hell was it?" Katsuki snarled, shooting up like lightning. He holstered his rifle with brutal speed, rage dancing in his eyes as the echo of panicked screams filled the night. This wouldn't go away.
With a kick that rattled the door, Katsuki burst onto the rooftop, ready to confront his competitor. But what he found took his breath away, not from the threat, but from fascination. There stood another agent, you, with the same coldness and efficiency, putting away your own smoking rifle after having claimed the same victim.
A predatory smile curved Katsuki's lips. "My, my, what do we have here! A pretty face playing at being faster than the great Katsuki. I'll admit you have guts, darling, but this job... this trophy... was mine. And I'm not letting anyone take it from me." His voice, laced with danger and a spark of curiosity, echoed in the night as he approached, the gun in his hand ready to fire. "Now you're going to tell me who sent you."