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"'Evening, Young Boss, what's the plan?!" A short, bald man with a scruffy beard was holding on to a green osborne pocket knife; he opened and closed it a few times as he impatiently awaited for [____]'s instructions.

The two of them were deep inside a dark and empty alley in the sleazy side of Musutafu at around 10:34 pm. [____] had just woken up from a nap near the abandoned trash can that he would usually hang out by. Nobody really knew that it was abandoned though, it was just one of the facts he kept to himself.

"I don't know...We should probably break into an hotel room and steal some shampoo or something...It's about time we take a shower." [____] rubbed one of his eyes as he spoke, taking his time to get up and stretch.

Another one of his footmen appeared from the shadows casted by the flickering light that the nearest lamppost had to offer. This man, seeming to be in his early 30's was quite tall and slim, as opposed to the first guy [____] had woken up to see.

He spat at the ground, close to the high schooler's feet to show how little respect he had for his leader. "It's a Friday night, rich business men are ready to cheat on their wives with the whores that walk among us. That means money and women to play with— We could be stealing their wallets and stabbing their guts. Their bitches will scream when we take them but instead you're worried about how long it's been since we washed our asses?!"

[____] smirked; he found the way his underling spoke to him rather hilarious. "You can't expect a woman to go down on you while you smell like shit, do you?"

"When the hell did I fall so low as to follow a kid around and listen to what he has to say?! I'm tired of this shit!" The man shook his head several times, to show how exasperated the sarcastic guy they called 'boss' made him feel. "I'm taking my pride back. I'll fucking kill you and take your spot as the leader— These men need another man to guide them, not a useless fraud!!"

He pulled out a gun and aimed it straight to his face. It's a view [____] hasn't seen in years and as twisted as it seemed, the young guy couldn't help but give a cabalistic grin, exposing the long canine tooth he kept well hidden under his usual resting expressions.

"So you wanna shoot me? You'd really think you can kill me this way?" [____] wasn't immortal, or anything of the sort. He knew he could die from a firearm's projectile or an unexpected fall and so forth.

The fact that he welcomed death had always been something his comrades saluted him for. He had seen far worse things than fresh blood, experienced more pain than a bullet journeying it's way through his insides and so he gestured the man to aim at any part of his body with a confident laugh. "Please. Don't hold back."

The man in his 30's had never seen his young leader look so glad. He had worked with him for a couple of years by then. At first, he dreaded following orders from a kid but once he noticed how callous and intelligently devious [____] was for a person his age; he found himself unable to leave his gang from all the admiration he had developed for a mysterious high schooler.

"What are you waiting for? End my life."

The short underling couldn't stand watching his tall partner threaten their leader any longer. He kept his switchblade open, then pressed it against the traitor's neck. "The Young Boss doesn't have to take shit from you!!"

[____] stopped smiling, his expression once again turned worrisome and then he shut one eye closed as he spoke calmly yet again. "...Yamiyo. Leave him be. He will regret walking away from us pretty soon."

1:50.

Sure enough, the words sliding down [____]'s mouth came to be true. It didn't take a few years for it to happen, though. All it took was one single minute and fifty damn seconds.

It might not seem like a lot at first; but [____] knew that making even just one wrong choice in life could lead to your inevitable death sooner than anticipated.

Generally, in that small amount of time, not much could be achieved. You could probably stretch in the middle of your work shift; reheat a frozen meal in the microwave or even listen to the start of "Welcome to the Black Parade"— The little triumphs accomplished again and again by the people in Musutafu. Every. Single. Day. Without killing them.

1:26.

The tall man that remained unnamed was set free; his neck bleeding but not enough to end his life. He covered it with one of his filthy hands and aimed the hand gun to Yamiyo; his used to be partner in crime. "I'll kill you too, fat ass. Watch what you're doing. This guy has you and the rest all brainwashed and shit. Not gonna work on me anymore!!"

1:14.

Yamiyo laughed after taking a look at his boss; [____]'s eyes were looking left towards the busy street. Cars racing forth and back; people trying to rush home to their wives and kids; and then people rushing to rent one of the many different motels the city had to offer.

0:59.

"Get your shit and leave." [____] warned him, "Whatever you do...Don't walk into the street."

"Fuck you!! Stop pretending like you're a good person! You're the fakest I've met— I know what you're trying to do!!" The man pulled the trigger multiple times; but not a single bullet hit [____].

0:42.

"Fucking shit— Yamiyo, you fat fuck!" The man tried searching for an extra set of ammo from the back of his jeans' pocket, but nothing was there.

The most loyal underling to [____] was named Yamiyo Fujishiki; he was in his late thirties, not much to him except that he followed [____] around like a dog and he was quite ugly and short.

Like a troll, people would describe him as— Yet this bearded-but-bald man had the ability to pause time for a minute and move as freely as he wanted to. The downside being that he could only do it twice a day, and for one minute exactly.

He used half of his daily doses to stop any bullets from hitting his young boss' body and face; he stole the extra ammo the traitor had on him, and then finished the half eaten subway sandwich [____] had left on the floor, next to the rusty emerald-tinted trash can.

0:21.

"I should of killed you, first!!" The man, agitated from the loss of blood had given up on hurting any of his ex-comrades. He was seeking shelter or a medic as he trudged his way out of the end of the alley; where more light could illuminate his surroundings and the civilians could gasp at the poor condition he was in.

0:01.

It was then when a piece of shrapnel thrown up by a broken car window decapitated him. A gruesome freak accident, if ever there was one that 1/6th of the city could be there to witness.

Two cars; crashing next to each other without any intention of getting anyone involved hurt. Both drivers even got out afterwards to make sure they were alright before giving all of their attention to the body of a stranger who was standing at the right place, at the right time. "Somebody!! Call an ambulance!! I beg you!!"

"Amazing...How'd you do it, Young Boss?! You never seize to impress me!" Yamiyo laughed harshly, lacking empathy for his ex-partner's sudden death and gaining even more admiration than before for the guy who didn't look a day over seventeen. "Teach me how, one of these days!!"

"Maybe..." [____] had remained in his stance the entire time; he knew that with his quirk he had the knowledge to save thousands of people as well as letting them all die when their time was up.

He could smell the adrenaline rush in Yamiyo as well as the fainting scent of the underling who had just tried to betray him. An unexplainable bittersweet mix of orchids and the dirt underneath them.

It was something that [____] had learnt to understand, it was none other than the smell of death in humans. Of a regular person, sauntering about— their life decaying little by little without them knowing yet.

He probably could of stopped the man he used to be fond of from walking away, had he smelt a tiny bit more lively. Then again, he was no hero. He didn't see the point in saving someone who was going to die soon, anyway. If not by the car accident, then it was going to be something else. He didn't feel like messing around with death and his job.

"Yamiyo...Lets go into the nearest motel and find some goods, what do you say?"

"I say lead the way, Young Boss!"

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"A car accident?! Masaru, you're kidding me!!" Mitsuki Bakugo was on the phone with her loving husband at around 10:51pm.

She was in her kitchen, in the middle of washing the dishes while her only son sat on the family's couch wearing no socks and leaning his feet on the coffee table. She moved her cell phone a little lower than her cheekbone to scold him for that. "HEY, you little shit!! Put your feet down on the floor or I'll make you wash these dishes!!"

Katsuki listened to her, only because he was too tired to argue with his mother for then hundredth time that day. Mitsuki went back to the conversation she was having with her son's dad. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, honey. I was walking into the hotel's main doors when I heard the crash. I turned back, the man was standing three feet away from me when he was killed."

"That's insane. I'm so glad to hear that you're okay, though!"

Katsuki flipped the channels on the tv, half listening to his mother's replies. He stopped at a news segment that featured a recent car accident a little further down the city. That's when he saw his father's panicked face, speaking with the reporter.

"I don't know what happened, he was just standing there and then glass flew everywhere, I covered myself with my briefcase you see—" Masaru Bakugo showed the entire audience his dark leather case and even demonstrated the way he used it to shield himself when the freak event was at its pace. "— Like that. I did that, so I was saved. But not him, though. He didn't have a briefcase, so he was slaughtered."

"What a loser." The blond guy tried his best to not shake his head after whispering that. "My father is that loser..."

"So, you're saying the cops think it was plotted?" Mitsuki turned the faucet off to hear her husband speak a little better. She walked to the living room, watching the slideshow of the aftermath with her teenaged son. "It looks like the car accident wasn't so bad."

"It was not." Masaru confirmed that, all the way from his hotel room. Where he was going to spend the rest of the night not being able to sleep because of what he just witnessed. "It was the man's death that caused so many news reporters to show up at the scene and the policemen had to calm a lot of us down..."

'Turn it up.' Mitsuki mouthed to her son before replying on the line. "Yeah, sounds like it was too scary. Masaru..Are you sure you don't want to drive back home to us? I know you're there for a business reason, but after what you saw...Wouldn't you like to cancel that meeting tomorrow morning and spend some time with your family?"

"I would love to do that, but..." Masaru paused. "I don't want our son to think I was too scared to do my job after being so close to see it. He'll think I'm badass if I act tough for a while longer, wouldn't he?"

The woman glared down at Katsuki, who was still inspecting the camera view that the news was casting on screen. "That kid's thoughts are not worth risking your safety, Masaru. Come home soon, okay?"

"I will be back tomorrow afternoon. Tell Katsuki I love him, and I love you." The father of the family waited for his wife to repeat the words before hanging up his phone and prepared himself for a quick shower.

"Your father loves you, Katsuki." The woman had obliged and ruffled their son's spiky ash blond hair as she said it.

Katsuki allowed her to pet the top of his head for a total of three seconds, then he grabbed her wrist as gently as possible to move her hand out of his way. "He's still coming home, or no?"

"He says he's coming back tomorrow, when his meeting is over."

"Heh. That's badass."

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[an; ok guys....I'm not gonna lie. They haven't even met or spoke to each other or crossed paths at all and yet I SHIP THEM SO HARD ALREADY I—

Ok ok I'm laughing bc I actually took some of my husband's personality traits for [____] and now I'm just picturing him with bakugo and I'm dhdjsjsdhsisnbdh fujoshi moment eeeek.

By the way Kacchan is 16 in the story and [____] is 17 so who will top?? Idk yet I'm trying to figure it out as the story progresses I mean come on Kacchan is a top right but then I think...what if??? Wjdhdosndbd

Thanks for reading my first chapter I'm on state lockdown currently so I'm trying my best to write more often than ever I have like 3 stories now that are ongoing and tons of one shots I wanna review and post so I'm trying to update any of them at least once a day so look forward to it with me!]