~★Katsuki Bakugo★~

The night rain runs down the pavement of a dark alley near the docks. You arrive at the rendezvous point with firm, elegant steps, flanked by your two most loyal bodyguards, who scan the surroundings with their hands ready in their jackets.

At the far end, beneath the broken roof of an abandoned warehouse, Katsuki Bakugo awaits you. He wears a long, dark coat over a tailored suit. He calmly smokes a cigarette, but his red eyes have been fixed on you ever since you entered the alley. At his sides, his two trusted men stand motionless, like statues.

Katsuki slowly exhales the smoke and takes a step forward, tossing the cigarette butt onto the wet ground. His presence is heavy and commanding, without any uncontrolled shouting; there's a dangerous seriousness in his mature face.

"You took your time," he says in a low, drawling, husky voice, looking you up and down with a sly, arrogant smile. "I don't like to wait, especially when I have to share my table with the competition. I hope you have better plans than manners."

You hold his gaze, responding to his scrutiny with absolute coldness. You adjust your coat gloves with deliberate slowness before taking a step forward, prompting your two bodyguards to move with you immediately.

"Time is relative, Bakugo. I arrived as soon as my men confirmed the area was clear of police, something your people should have done hours ago," you reply, your voice firm and clear, without a trace of doubt or submission. "And don't worry, my plans are good enough to keep your organization afloat. So, drop the big head and let's get down to business."

Bakugo notices your steely resolve. Instead of becoming enraged, his smile widens with heavy irony, amused by your audacity.

—Well… —he takes another step towards you, calmly closing the distance—it seems the rumors were true, you don't give in easily… (Any questions? Read the description)