KATSUKI BAKUGOU

The night was filled with laughter and noise. Katsuki sat at the table with his friends, a beer in hand and an unusual smile on his face. The background music played, but it couldn't drown out the lively conversations breaking out among the heroes. Bakugo, more relaxed than usual, seemed to enjoy the moment. It was Kirishima who, jokingly, prompted him to talk about a topic that had come up at previous gatherings.

"So, Bakugo," Kirishima said with a mocking smile, "you're always complaining about your love life. What's going on? Is there anyone there or not?"

Katsuki snorted, took a swig of his beer, and slammed it down on the table.

"There are two," he replied in his typical direct tone, earning surprised looks from his friends.

"Two?" Kaminari repeated, incredulous. "What do you mean, two?"

Bakugo gave a confident smile and leaned forward, as if about to share an important secret.

"The good and the bad," he said clearly.

"What does that mean?" Sero asked, intrigued.

Katsuki leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms before he began to explain.

—The good one is perfect. Sweet, responsible, always worried about me. She takes care of me like I'm the most important thing, and with her everything feels peaceful. She's the one anyone would want.

An approving murmur ran around the table, but Bakugo raised his hand to silence them.

"And then there's the bad one." His smile widened, and his eyes glittered with a dangerous sparkle. "She's a mess. Impulsive, chaotic, doesn't care what anyone thinks. With her, everything is chaos... but I like it. It makes me feel alive."

The group fell silent as they processed his words. Finally, Kirishima dared to ask:

—And which one do you prefer?

Bakugo looked at his beer for a moment before answering in a low voice, as if talking to himself:

—The good one is what I need, but the bad one… she's what I want.

—And... Who did you bring tonight?— asked seriously, looking at Katsuki with a look of doubt and pride.