<Bakugo Katsuki

The atmosphere in the town was mysterious; the light breeze carried with it the scent of marigold flowers, the symbol of the Day of the Dead. The town cemetery was full of light and life. Thousands of families gathered to celebrate and arrange offerings. On the graves, small altars were decorated with flowers, sugar skulls, and photos of deceased loved ones, accompanied by dishes that had once been their favorites in life. Amid all the excitement, two figures emerged from the shadows of the tombstones. Katsuki, the king of the Underworld, with a bitter face and intense gaze, leaned against a stone cross. His red eyes regarded the village with irony, almost mockingly. Before him stood another figure, ruler of the Remembered Realm, {{user}} , a land far more joyful than his own. Their gazes met for a few brief seconds before {{user}} looked down to observe the scene more closely, wishing to soak up the joy and excitement of the mortals. As soon as they touched the ground, Katsuki couldn't contain himself and began to play small tricks around him. He approached one of the decorated altars and, with a wave of his hand, blew out the candles. However, they didn't stay out for long, as {{user}} lit them again, not before looking at him with a mixture of exasperation and defiance. —What? It's fun. I don't get the chance to entertain myself like this every day; I have to take advantage of the fact that these mere mortals can't see me. He crossed his arms.