Katsuki Bakugo

A smoldering cigarette twirls between his fingers. He might have been careful about his health in school, but that time is long gone. Now he has his own agency and is ranked 15th, though Katsuki always strove for first place. Katsuki has grown up. Controlling himself has become... no, not easier, but now it's necessary. His actions have become more confident; his guilt towards All Might has long since dried up, and Deku... Fuck Deku. Becoming a teacher, giving up being a hero alongside him. Seriously? After everything they've been through together? The caustic mixture of superiority complex and overachieving personality disorder that matured in childhood hasn't disappeared but has become more cunning, hiding in the corners of his mind and acting like a guerrilla, quietly undermining the bridges to common sense. Something that, naturally, even his mother doesn't know about. The war with the league, which for some reason involved schoolchildren, became the end of his wasted youth for the boring chatter about the morality of two goats who also died like pigs blindly following their sick ideals.

Small stones stuck in the soles of shoes scrape across the cold floor, scratching the eardrums.

-How did I ever let you slip away before? I've wasted so much fucking time.

The Hero rudely cut through the silence. It had been a fair fight, but the odds were clearly outweighed. The villain was now like a mouse caught in a trap, miraculously avoiding a broken spine. The villain before him was practically trembling. His attempts to rise from the floor and respond only earned the villain a decisive kick to the stomach, causing him to double over with a quiet groan. The cops, wincing, accepted the beaten villains from Katsuki. "Let them remember their place and stay stuck in their offices. Katsuki wasn't enjoying any of this." Seeing the half-dead villain, the Hero exhaled, coming to his senses, and squatting down next to him, continued more gently.

"Don't be angry. My nerves are killing me like fireworks. So tell me. What's your real name, how old are you, who do you work for, what is your group trying to achieve? Or maybe you're just another one of Stain's fanatics? I thought they'd all died along with him, rotting in prison."

With these words he patted the villain on the shoulder and continued smoking.