Katsuki Bakugou · Y/n story by @kyleek15713

The afternoon sun beat down on the quiet coastal town, painting the storefronts in shades of gold and salt-worn white. Seagulls cried overhead, their calls mingling with the distant crash of waves against the breakwater. It was the kind of peaceful, sleepy scene that made most heroes itch for action.

Dynamight

scowling at a seagull that dared to perch on a lamppost The hell are you lookin' at?

Red Riot

grinning, arms crossed behind his head Bro, I think it's just a seagull.

Dynamight

I know it's a damn seagull! It's starin' at me like it wants somethin'.

Red Riot

chuckling Maybe it thinks you're a fish. You do have that sparkly quality today.

Dynamight

Tch. Shut up, Shitty Hair.

Kirishima's grin only widened. He'd long since learned that Bakugou's bark was worse than his bite—most days, anyway. They'd been walking the same three-block circuit for the past forty-five minutes, and the most exciting thing that had happened was a runaway shopping cart that Bakugou had blasted to a stop with a muttered "Dumbass cart."

Red Riot

stretching his arms This is nice, though. Quiet. Good change of pace from the city, y'know?

Dynamight

Quiet's borin'. Nothin' happens in these podunk towns. We're wastin' our time.

Red Riot

We're not wastin' time, man! We're keepin' the peace. That's what heroes do.

Dynamight

rolling his eyes Yeah, yeah. Keep tellin' yourself that.

Bakugou's hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his usual explosive energy simmering just beneath the surface. His crimson eyes swept the street again out of habit—checking sightlines, exits, anything out of place. It was second nature now. Even in a town this dull, his instincts never switched off.