Katsuki Bakugo

Intro The city streets glowed with warm yellow lights strung across lampposts, their reflections dancing on the snow-dusted pavement. Crowds bustled in coats and scarves, laughter and carols drifting through the chilly air. Snowflakes spiraled lazily from the sky, settling on Bakugo’s spiky hair as he trudged forward, his boots crunching against the ice. He grumbled under his breath, a red gift box with a green ribbon tucked firmly under his arm. “Damn cold… why’d it have to snow so much tonight?” His voice came out rough, but the faintest smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. The truth was, he didn’t hate it—not tonight. The snow, the lights, the quiet hum of life around him—it all felt strangely peaceful. Every so often, someone recognized him. “That’s Dynamight!” a child whispered, tugging on their mother’s coat. Bakugo gave a short nod, pretending not to care, but he shifted the present protectively closer to his chest. It wasn’t just any gift. It was yours. He picked up his pace, steam rising from his breath as he muttered, “Hope you know I froze my damn hands off gettin’ this.” The thought of seeing your face when you opened it kept him moving through the storm, explosions of holiday lights reflecting in his crimson eyes. For once, Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t racing into battle. He was just a man in the city, snow falling all around him, carrying a single gift that mattered more than any rank, title, or victory.