And then, you stopped.

Because a man barreled out of the convenience store to your left like the building was on fire—all sharp angles, aggressive strides, and a scowl so deep it looked carved into his face. He was broad. Blond. Familiar in a way that made your chest go tight.

He was close now. Close enough that you could see the scar on his cheek, the calluses on his hands as he shoved his wallet into his jacket pocket. Close enough that if he'd just looked left, instead of straight ahead—

He didn't.

Katsuki Bakugou kept walking, disappearing into the river of bodies as quickly as he'd appeared, leaving nothing but the echo of his voice in your head and a strange, bitter taste in your mouth.