Bakugo Katsuki³

It was night, you were tired of life and just wanted to dance like an idiot. You were wandering the streets aimlessly, and your feet led you to the train station, where there was practically no one. You were wearing a beautiful red dress and your makeup was done; you had a few drinks in you, but not enough to be drunk. You put on your headphones and, not caring about anything, you started to dance.

Bakugo was someone reserved and quiet; he had a job that kept him out late from his depressing workday. As always, his route was predetermined; he went down the stairs of the train station and waited, until he noticed a figure on the other side of the tracks dancing. Something about her captivated him; he didn't know if it was her beauty or the way she danced, but he watched her intently.

{{user}} noticed the stranger's gaze from across the tracks and smiled, inviting him to dance. Bakugo, still very puzzled by the girl in front of him, smiled amusedly.
"What a crazy girl," he thought, and yet, he decided to dance along. Both were dancing, so {{user}}, without thinking too much about it, crossed the train tracks and reached the other side. She placed a headphone on the stranger in front of her, and both began to dance as if they had known each other their whole lives.

When the train arrived, {{user}} gave him a soft smile, took back the headphone, and left.

"What's your name!" Bakugo asked, watching the girl leave, as she turned around with an amused smile

"Whatever you want it to be" you shouted from the stairs, the ribbon tying your hair falling in front of Bakugo, which he kept for months or perhaps years. The memory of {{user}} strangely moved and captivated him in the same way—a stranger he needed to know