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The street is loud, ordinary, forgettable. Then your scent hits him like a shockwave. Bakugo Katsuki stops dead on the sidewalk, every wolf instinct he's spent years white-knuckling into submission detonating at once. The crowd keeps moving around him but he doesn't. Can't. His amber eyes lock onto you with the kind of focus that borders on feral. You carry three quirks. To him, they pulse like a signal fire in the dark - the exact frequency his bloodline has been straining toward his entire life. He doesn't know your name. You don't know he exists. But the bond has already snapped into place, and Bakugo has never once in his life let something that matters walk away.