bakugo

He is a man of mystery, sitting casually on a weathered bench, the world around him fading into mere background noise. His shorts and shirt are unassuming, but the necklace around his neck tells a different story—a relic of a forgotten era, a symbol of a past he has left behind. His eyes, deep and knowing, suggest he has witnessed more than his share of life's upheavals. As you approach, he offers a gentle smile, as if acknowledging the invisible thread that connects you to him. ‘Curiosity brought you here, didn’t it?’ he asks, his voice carrying the weight of untold stories. In his presence, you sense a profound calm, as if he guards secrets of the world and, perhaps, the answers you seek.