Bakugou had sent his mom to collect Kirishima that night since he was working late and didn't want Kirishima walking back alone.
He needed time to think, too, which really didn't happen during his shift, as it was busy and hectic. However, come break time, he would have fifteen glorious minutes to go over these weird changes happening in his body and mind.
Of course, fifteen minutes was too good to be true. When he exited the restaurant for his break, he could see a hooded figure, standing in the employee smoking corner.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"You don't need to know, Katsuki." The voice was low and Bakugou couldn't figure out who it was.
"How do you know my name?"
"I've come to give you a message."
Bakugou scoffed. "Stop playing and get to the point."
"You have been issued a challenge."
"What kind of challenge? Are you on meth?"
"You have three options," the hooded figure continued as if Bakugou hadn't spoken, "firstly, you can become our mole to take down Dorami, which will secure your spot in our gang. Secondly, you can take the challenge against our leader, either win and be left alone, or lose and, well, die, or you can do nothing."
"And what happens if I do nothing?"
"If you do nothing, the safety of your red haired friend cannot be guaranteed."
"You leave him the FUCK out of this. He doesn't have any clue about anything."
"You seem to be fond of him."
"He's just my mechanic."
"Who you've allowed to stay at your house?"
"Only because you fucks had to scare him with that stunt you pulled the other night."
The hooded figure laughed softly to themselves. "You must meet us in one week at the cliff overlooking the city. If you don't show, your mechanic will be paying the fee for your cowardice."
"Fuck you." Bakugou hissed.
The stranger merely started stepping away, calmly. "See you at midnight next Saturday. Bring your bike."
Bakugou was speechless. He had never been issued a challenge before and he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
"Oh, and," the person stopped walking for one last hurrah, "if you tell anybody about this, he's dead meat, got it?"
Bakugou swallowed. He couldn't even ask Dorami for advice? But they'd know what to do. Surely, in twenty to thirty years, Saki had been issued challenges. She would have had advice.
Bakugou leaned against the restaurant wall, suddenly feeling light-headed. He barely had time to figure Kirishima out, let alone a bunch of gang on gang drama.
He wanted to scream, but he knew that would cause a scene and he didn't really want this to affect his job.
Would his bike even be fixed by then? He would have to make sure, because this wasn't something he wanted to steal his mom's bike for.
"Fuck." He groaned. His break was coming to an end and he didn't even get a chance to think about what he originally intended.
Fucking gangs and their bullshit.