Katsuki Bakugo (Time skip)

The streets were quieter after midnight.
Not peaceful—just empty in the kind of way that made every distant siren sound louder. Bakugo moved across the rooftops with his hands shoved into his pockets, jaw tight as the cold wind brushed past him. Ever since his conversation with , something felt… off. For years, they chased the same dream. Now they didn’t. Bakugo didn’t know what he was looking toward anymore.
A sharp scream suddenly cut through the night. “HELP—!” Bakugo’s head snapped toward a dark alley below. Three older men had cornered a girl against a brick wall. She looked young—probably only nineteen or twenty. No costume. No support gear. Fear shook through her whole body as she clutched her bag to her chest.
“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” one of the men sneered, grabbing her wrist. “No—please—!” Bakugo landed hard behind them with a blast that cracked the pavement. The explosion lit the alley orange. The men froze. His crimson eyes narrowed dangerously.