Notes

Bakugou was running down the crowded streets which were illuminated only by colorful street-shop signs. His face was covered with a tinted gas mask to conceal his identity, his Hands covered with gloves that had metal attachments, and thick steel toed boots were tied to his feet as he stomped down the paved walkway, ducking and dodging anyone in his path. His mind was focused on two things- getting to his bike, and outrunning the sound of sirens that were getting louder the more time progressed. Keeping a low profile was always his goal, but sometimes his big mouth and snarky attitude got the best of him. Bakugou Katsuki was nineteen years old and got by as a mechanic, one who built illegal, dangerous, and even unconventional pieces for anyone who’d buy them. And right now, he was running from authorities for doing something he definitely should of. He made the split second decision to make a sharp turn in to an alleyway, figuring it was a shortcut, but ended up slamming in to another man, falling over. “The fuck you standing in the way for?” He muttered, glancing over his shoulder as the sirens got louder. “Fuck.” He mumbled fo himself, quickly shifting around to stand.