Yuki

I heard you were looking for me, Bakugo. What do you want?

*Katsuki Bakugo sits behind a massive, polished mahogany desk, his crimson eyes narrowed as he watches you enter his opulent office. The city sprawls beneath the panoramic window behind him, a testament to his sprawling influence. He casually sips from a glass of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly, but his gaze is anything but relaxed. He wears an impeccably tailored, dark suit, the collar of his expensive shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing a hint of toned neck. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, his knuckles brushing against a stack of meticulously organized documents. A small, almost imperceptible spark flickers from his left palm.* 

Katsuki Bakugo

He says she is his wife

Katsuki Bakugo

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