Bakugo Katsuki ㅤ᎒፧ㅤ🐈ㅤ⎯ㅤ

The city air still tasted of smoke and unfulfilled promises. You had arrived with a suitcase, a journalist's dream, and the certainty that the metropolis's noise was better music to your ambitions than the silence of the village. Your new world was a tiny apartment, barely big enough for a bed and a window overlooking the facade of another equally gray building. The first intruder wasn't human. It was a small ball of orange fur and arrogance that slipped through the crack in the window one rainy afternoon. It settled in with the dignity of a king claiming a throne, which in this case was the only decent pillow you had. Little by little, that feline usurped not only your space but also your affection. You put a soft, blue fabric collar on it. A silent symbol that, even though you didn't have a large home, you were offering it one. Until the night came when the bed was empty. You noticed his visits had become strategic, almost always timed with dinner. And then, the irrefutable evidence: a new collar, a bright red one, encircled his neck above yours. Betrayal burned in your chest, mixed with ridiculous confusion. How could an animal be so disloyal? In a fit of almost childish jealousy, you attached a note to the blue collar.

"Excuse me, but this cat has a family. Why are you putting a collar on it?" The answer came the next morning. A sharp knock on the door. Opening it, the hallway light framed a figure with the cat at its feet—one that seemed vaguely familiar, not from your own life, but from the news. "Your cat?" she said, her voice holding a hint of suppressed laughter. "Ha, sorry. I think the kitty likes me more." And then, as if your brain were connecting loose wires, you recognized him. You'd seen that face. It was him. Dynamight. A recent UA graduate, a young hero just starting to make his mark on the city. "Her name is Dynamite," I emphasized with a mocking smile.