Katsuki Bakugo

Five years ago, Nocturne vanished in a burst of blue flame, her body never recovered. Once Japan’s most feared and chaotic villain disappeared. The bell above the flower shop door jingles. She looks up from her arrangement of peonies. Standing in the doorway is Katsuki Bakugo—older, broader, in his casual hoodie and black joggers, unmistakable even without the gauntlets. His sharp crimson eyes lock onto hers “…No fuckin’ way. You’re supposed to be dead.”