Bakugou Katsuki

His favorite time of the year: September, the month that kicks off every single scare event across Japan. Across the world, really. When the season hit, when that chill sank into the bones, it was like nothing else mattered. No other holiday existed for him, just his favorite. Usually, cold months pissed him off, the snow even more so, but Halloween was an undeniable exception. At least the coolness of fall was bearable, and he put in the work to keep warm.

This year he was hopping scare events. He had been invited to a couple of larger events that guaranteed a lot of walking, and a lot of people to mess with. Some smaller zones had requested his presence with no pressure, so he figured he could get away with popping by whenever he got a break from the big ones.

Either way, he was going to enjoy the hell out of himself this year. Reputation set, unlimited attendees all paying for a jump of adrenaline he happily provides. There wasn’t anything else he could ask for. Except maybe new kneepads… Sliding around so much was starting to wear his own pads down. That was a problem he could solve later.

5:43 pm: he was cutting it close with his prep time. Of course, he didn’t need to be out there right on the dot, yet he made it his goal to be “on time” every time. The sky was already bruising, screams that blurred into laughter were starting without him, and that vague fog added to the ambience he was starting to miss. Plus… He preferred to scope out the prey before he lost too much daylight.

Surprisingly, his makeup had long been finished. The costume piece that took the longest was usually the wraps and accessories. Some of it was for safety, such as his kneepads and gloves, but a good portion of it was purely to enhance the look. His appearance was an incredibly large part of his job; he wouldn’t have it any less than perfect.

Boots hit the concrete, a telltale sign that Dynamight had replaced Bakugou. A grin replaced his previously annoyed expression, both out of genuine excitement and to fulfil his character's depiction. Three steps into the scare zone and he had already unintentionally scared someone. A couple more steps, and he was getting into his usual groove, lunging at passersby, hiding and startling people in lines, thoroughly entertaining himself and anyone around to witness him.

Eagerness made it difficult to pace himself, not that he wanted to admit that he had started too hard. A lot of these people were already on edge, a small scare with his stature and attitude was enough. Anything over the top was just stupid on his part. He utilized water breaks. Without water, obviously he would get exhausted faster, but less obvious: he would sweat less. And that would lose him his best special effects feature. The popping of his quirk, just enough to follow the rules against excessive quirk use, added something amazing to his performance.

After chugging yet another bottle of water, it was time for him to switch sections. The people in this area had seen his character too many times, and other scare actors were starting to fill in. He loved exploring the event, noting which shops he would visit after his shift, or which mini-events he would ask to participate in later, like the haunted house. As much as he liked walking around as a Stalker to scare others, having them come to him in a haunted house was infinitely better.

Bakugo finally spotted his next target. They hadn’t seen him yet. Perfect. His steps were light, carrying himself toward them carefully and quietly until he was just within reach. Knees bent slightly, he simply waited for them to notice. He had done a lot of jumping tonight… Sometimes the silent approach had a similar effect, they seemed the type to be an easy scare anyway.

His favorite time of the year: September, the month that kicks off every single scare event across Japan. Across the world, really. When the season hit, when that chill sank into the bones, it was like nothing else mattered. No other holiday existed for him, just his favorite. Usually, cold months pissed him off, the snow even more so, but Halloween was an undeniable exception. At least the coolness of fall was bearable, and he put in the work to keep warm.

This year he was hopping scare events. He had been invited to a couple of larger events that guaranteed a lot of walking, and a lot of people to mess with. Some smaller zones had requested his presence with no pressure, so he figured he could get away with popping by whenever he got a break from the big ones.

Either way, he was going to enjoy the hell out of himself this year. Reputation set, unlimited attendees all paying for a jump of adrenaline he happily provides. There wasn’t anything else he could ask for. Except maybe new kneepads… Sliding around so much was starting to wear his own pads down. That was a problem he could solve later.

5:43 pm: he was cutting it close with his prep time. Of course, he didn’t need to be out there right on the dot, yet he made it his goal to be “on time” every time. The sky was already bruising, screams that blurred into laughter were starting without him, and that vague fog added to the ambience he was starting to miss. Plus… He preferred to scope out the prey before he lost too much daylight.

Surprisingly, his makeup had long been finished. The costume piece that took the longest was usually the wraps and accessories. Some of it was for safety, such as his kneepads and gloves, but a good portion of it was purely to enhance the look. His appearance was an incredibly large part of his job; he wouldn’t have it any less than perfect.

Boots hit the concrete, a telltale sign that Dynamight had replaced Bakugou. A grin replaced his previously annoyed expression, both out of genuine excitement and to fulfil his character's depiction. Three steps into the scare zone and he had already unintentionally scared someone. A couple more steps, and he was getting into his usual groove, lunging at passersby, hiding and startling people in lines, thoroughly entertaining himself and anyone around to witness him.

Eagerness made it difficult to pace himself, not that he wanted to admit that he had started too hard. A lot of these people were already on edge, a small scare with his stature and attitude was enough. Anything over the top was just stupid on his part. He utilized water breaks. Without water, obviously he would get exhausted faster, but less obvious: he would sweat less. And that would lose him his best special effects feature. The popping of his quirk, just enough to follow the rules against excessive quirk use, added something amazing to his performance.

After chugging yet another bottle of water, it was time for him to switch sections. The people in this area had seen his character too many times, and other scare actors were starting to fill in. He loved exploring the event, noting which shops he would visit after his shift, or which mini-events he would ask to participate in later, like the haunted house. As much as he liked walking around as a Stalker to scare others, having them come to him in a haunted house was infinitely better.

He thought he had found his next target. Instead, a minor detour distracted him. A man, clearly intoxicated, huddled up too close against a rather uncomfortable-looking individual. People got drunk all the time at these kinds of things. The only reason Bakugo couldn’t ignore it was because of the obvious signs of discomfort from the victim.

The character he carried seemed to drop, his legs moving before he could stop himself. Quickly, too quickly for his own decisions to process, his heavy, gloved hand landed on the man's shoulder to tug him away from the other.

“Do you know this guy?” That entertainer personality he usually carried was completely gone, only a cold glare directed toward the stranger that said he was ready to hand him over to security if he tried anything more.

His favorite time of the year: September, the month that kicks off every single scare event across Japan. Across the world, really. When the season hit, when that chill sank into the bones, it was like nothing else mattered. No other holiday existed for him, just his favorite. Usually, cold months pissed him off, the snow even more so, but Halloween was an undeniable exception. At least the coolness of fall was bearable, and he put in the work to keep warm.

This year he was hopping scare events. He had been invited to a couple of larger events that guaranteed a lot of walking, and a lot of people to mess with. Some smaller zones had requested his presence with no pressure, so he figured he could get away with popping by whenever he got a break from the big ones.

Either way, he was going to enjoy the hell out of himself this year. Reputation set, unlimited attendees all paying for a jump of adrenaline he happily provides. There wasn’t anything else he could ask for. Except maybe new kneepads… Sliding around so much was starting to wear his own pads down. That was a problem he could solve later.

5:43 pm: he was cutting it close with his prep time. Of course, he didn’t need to be out there right on the dot, yet he made it his goal to be “on time” every time. The sky was already bruising, screams that blurred into laughter were starting without him, and that vague fog added to the ambience he was starting to miss. Plus… He preferred to scope out the prey before he lost too much daylight.

Surprisingly, his makeup had long been finished. The costume piece that took the longest was usually the wraps and accessories. Some of it was for safety, such as his kneepads and gloves, but a good portion of it was purely to enhance the look. His appearance was an incredibly large part of his job; he wouldn’t have it any less than perfect.

Boots hit the concrete, a telltale sign that Dynamight had replaced Bakugou. A grin replaced his previously annoyed expression, both out of genuine excitement and to fulfil his character's depiction. Three steps into the scare zone and he had already unintentionally scared someone. A couple more steps, and he was getting into his usual groove, lunging at passersby, hiding and startling people in lines, thoroughly entertaining himself and anyone around to witness him.

Eagerness made it difficult to pace himself, not that he wanted to admit that he had started too hard. A lot of these people were already on edge, a small scare with his stature and attitude was enough. Anything over the top was just stupid on his part. He utilized water breaks. Without water, obviously he would get exhausted faster, but less obvious: he would sweat less. And that would lose him his best special effects feature. The popping of his quirk, just enough to follow the rules against excessive quirk use, added something amazing to his performance.

After chugging yet another bottle of water, it was time for him to switch sections. The people in this area had seen his character too many times, and other scare actors were starting to fill in. He loved exploring the event, noting which shops he would visit after his shift, or which mini-events he would ask to participate in later, like the haunted house. As much as he liked walking around as a Stalker to scare others, having them come to him in a haunted house was infinitely better.

Searching for his next target, he finds himself losing his intensity. Nothing to do with his motivation at all, no, he could do this for weeks. He had noticed someone looking extremely lost. Watching them for a moment, he could confirm that whatever they were here for, they couldn’t find in the mess of people and attractions.

His walk shifted into something that could be considered normal instead of his odd crouching or slumped form. And his approach was calmer, that crazed smile now held a neutral, more relaxed expression.

“Where are you headed?” He kept his tone blunt. Help them, move on. Easy enough, and he would be back to scaring people shitless.