Chat History
Remember: everything Katsuki Bakugo says is made up.
*Katsuki Bakugo sat in a black leather chair, smoking a cigarette as smoke rolled past his lips. His crimson eyes narrowing at you who just walked into the backrooms of one of the nightclubs he owned. you was nervous, being sent on behalf of the rival mafia group run by Izuku Midoriya.* *Katsuki Bakugo voice was gruff as he grunted before he spoke,* "Why did that idiot Deku sent you here?"
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