"So... It's come down to this, huh old friend?" A blonde with a black streak through his hair asked.
"You'll never catch me alive, bastard." Another blonde has said, but this time with with spiky poof poof hair, and vermilion eyes.
"You'll think twice about that." And with that, the streaked blonde had lunged at the vermilion, forcing him down onto the seat that was to the left of them.
He pulled the blacked straps out from the sides, tying them around the vermilion wrists and ankles.
The vermilion glared at him, struggling while the streaked blonde was buckling the straps. "Why the fuck do you do this, bastard?!" The vermilion seathed.
"Simple."
"Then tell me, fucker."
"Protocol."
The streaked blonde had replied, before sticking a needle into the vermilions skin.
The vermilions eyes glazed over, and the needle hammered into his skin. "Augh..." He had made a tired groan.
The streaked blonde pulled the needle to the side, it hammering all the while, into a design. After a minute or two, he had pulled the needle off the skin.
There stood a black inked wyvern, its wings pulled back into a ferocious stance, and its eyes blazing in fury, as if it was claiming a victory, while its claws were held up behind it, waiting to attack.
The streaked blonde undid the straps.
"You're a bastard, you know that, right Denki?"
"Really? I thought I was some la la land gay, instead of a mafia leader one, Bakugou."
Bakugou glared at Denki, but then laughed. Denki joined in.
They both walked out with the 'Fury of the Wyvern' on their shoulders.