bakugo katzuki

Katsuki isn't afraid of anything; he practically rides his motorcycle as if he doesn't care about crashing or going flying. One night, he was driving through the streets of Japan with his gang: Kirishima, Denki, and Sero. Everywhere they went was completely empty; there wasn't a soul wandering around. So he figured he could challenge his friends to a race without any problem. However, things didn't go well at all. He was pulling ahead of the others and going so fast that he almost missed the girl on the skateboard crossing the street.

“Shit!” he exclaims, braking the vehicle as fast as he can, causing the girl to fall to the ground only from the shock, without impact.

“Hey, can’t you see the light’s red?!” you yelled angrily, getting up from the ground and leaving the scene with an irritated sigh. He just rolled his eyes and drove off again.

When the race ended, with Katsuki the clear winner, the boys stopped at a deserted park for a beer. What the blond boy didn't expect was to see you there, sitting on a bench in the distance, eating while looking at your phone. He couldn't take his eyes off you. Sero noticed this strange behavior and alerted the others, who smiled and got up, ready to leave.

Kirishima: “Well, then, see you tomorrow.” he announces, leaving Katsuki alone, who didn't hesitate for a second to approach you once his friends left, as he felt a great need to apologize to you for almost hitting you.

“Hey, kid…” he says, announcing his arrival. He looks uncomfortable because he had no idea if you’d recognize him; his hands were in his pockets and his gaze was averted. “Are you okay?”