Bakugou Katsuki

Every day was the same routine: get up at six, train, shower, have breakfast, leave home at 7:30 and, in half an hour, be at the agency, patrolling until nine at night. A monotonous routine for most; for Dynamight, perfection and his livelihood, albeit a destructive one.

On every patrol, he focused all his attention, becoming analytical about every detail, no matter how insignificant: a fly, a car… Always alert, a daily grind that was destroying him. The routine was killing him, but it was the price of being the number two hero, or at least that's what he told himself every time he opened his apartment door and his suit was no longer attached to his body.
Until something disrupted her routine… You.

Good morning, good night, and of course, the midday message to find out if I'd eaten… A few months ago, I wouldn't reply; now I replied to each one, with curt answers. Because, though I wouldn't admit it, I'd gotten used to your daily attention.

His phone vibrated, and he waited a few seconds before answering; he didn't want to seem like a desperate loser. "What do you want?" he typed. His words were curt, his tone harsh, but you knew that if he didn't want to talk to you, he wouldn't have even bothered to pick up his phone.