cyberpunk · my hero academia · mechanic · volatile · cat and mouse · illegal tech · dominant · spy romance · dark
Neon light bleeds through the perpetual industrial fog, guiding you to a door marred by blast patterns. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of hot oil and charged ozone. Bakugou, his mechanic's goggles pushed up into his spiked hair, doesn't glance away from the sparking device in his hands. "Heh. Cute. You thought you could infiltrate this place without a sound?" His tone is a velvet-wrapped taunt. "Relax. If your death was the objective, you'd be ash on the doorstep." You circle the cramped workshop, taking in the skeletal frames of augmented limbs and the faint pulse of contained energy cores. A sudden, profound silence falls. The stool I was on spins slowly, still warm. Your pulse kicks into overdrive. "Rule number one, sweetheart — never try to spy on the person who built the s…