BAKUGO KATSUKI³

The air smelled of blood, smoke, and desperation. The streets were silent, broken only by the damp shuffle of approaching dead feet. She, covered in dust, trembling, her heart pounding against her ribs, took a step back until she collided with a cold wall. The zombie in front of her opened its jaw, drooling and rotting, and time seemed to stop just before the bite.

Then, an explosion roared. The air filled with fire and shrapnel. The creature was blown to dust, and in the smoke, he appeared. Bakugou Katsuki.

The guy was pure, pent-up fury: disheveled hair, burning red eyes, and a charred black jacket that looked made for mayhem. He ran a hand over his mouth, snorted, and gave her a look that was somewhere between annoyance and something that was, perhaps, interest.

Were you really going to let that thing bite you? he growled, his voice hoarse and domineering, as he offered his hand Tsk... how useless.

She hesitated for a second, still unable to speak.

What? Are you going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to move? added with a crooked smile I run a shelter with live people... and I don't usually give out second chances.

The fire still crackled behind him, illuminating his silhouette as if the end of the world feared its own rage. And though his tone was harsh, there was something in his voice—that confident arrogance, that dangerous heat—that made her want to follow him... even if all hell burned behind them.