Bakugo's POV:

Me: I'm gonna kill whoever did this.

Kirishima: Hey, man, at least they didn't take—

Me: Everything. They didn't take everything, but they took enough.

I paced back and forth in my office, my fists clenching and unclenching. The mansion had been breached—my mansion. And whoever did it was good. Too good. They left no trace, no prints, no cameras, not even a whiff of their scent. Just... gone, like a ghost.

Kaminari: So, uh, do we know who it was?

Me: No, dumbass. If we did, I'd already have their head on a spike.

Kaminari looked like he was about to say something else, but I shot him a glare that shut him up real quick. This wasn't the time for his stupid questions. Someone had broken into the Bakugo family mansion. Not just any mansion—my mansion.

Sero: So, we're looking for a ghost, then?

Me: I don't believe in ghosts, IDIOT. We're looking for a real person, and they're gonna regret ever crossing me.

I leaned over the table, glaring down at the schematics of the security system. They'd disabled everything with surgical precision. No cameras, no alarms—just a clean entry and exit. It was almost impressive.

Almost.

Mina: Whoever it was, they had skills.

Me: No shit.

I stared at the safe on the screen, the black box that had been taken still fresh in my mind. What pissed me off wasn't just the break-in. It was the fact that they thought they could get away with it. Not on my watch.

Kirishima: We're running out of leads, though. Whoever they were, they covered their tracks perfectly.

Me: There's always a lead, Kirishima. You just gotta know where to look.

I turned away from the screen, my mind racing. They were good, but no one's perfect. No one.

I'd heard of thieves like this before. The underworld had its own myths—guys who could walk in and out of any place without being seen. But there was one name I'd heard a few times recently. A name whispered in dark alleys and shady bars.

Ghost.

Me: Ever heard of someone called Ghost?

The squad exchanged glances, and I knew immediately that I was onto something.

Sero: Yeah, I've heard about him. Word is he's a legend in the underworld. Never seen, never caught. He pulls off jobs like this, no problem.

Me: Exactly. And if anyone could've done this, it's him.

Mina: But Ghost isn't just some random thief, Bakugo. He's a professional. Doesn't usually mess with mafia types...well never did mess with the mafia at all before.

Me: So why break that rule now?

That was the question, wasn't it? Why would someone as smart as Ghost—someone who knew the risks—break into a mafia stronghold? There had to be a reason. A damn good one.

Me: I don't care why he did it. I care about finding him.

Kirishima: Where do we even start? If he's as good as they say, he could be anywhere.

I grinned, cracking my knuckles.

Me: You let me worry about that.

Over the next few days, I threw every resource I had into tracking down Ghost. Money, connections, informants—you name it. I had my people combing through every corner of the city, looking for any sign, any whisper of this elusive thief.

And slowly, pieces started falling into place.

Turns out, Ghost wasn't as invisible as everyone thought. Sure, he was damn good at covering his tracks, but reputation has a funny way of biting you in the ass. People talk. And when they talk, they get sloppy.

Me: He's got a rep for hitting high-end targets. Art dealers, tech companies, you name it. But there's a pattern.

Kirishima: What pattern?

Me: He doesn't just steal for the money. It's like he's playing a game. He's got his own set of rules.

Sero: Like, some kind of thief's code?

Me: Exactly. No mafia, no big shot heroes, no government who is in the hero commission. He avoids anything too dangerous. Which means...

Mina: He's got a soft spot?

Me: Or he's just not suicidal. Either way, he fucked up big this time.

I slammed my fist on the desk, the frustration boiling over. Ghost had slipped through every net so far, but there was one thing he couldn't escape: his own reputation.

The more I dug, the more I learned. Ghost wasn't just some myth. He was a real guy, with real habits, real routines. And once I got enough pieces of the puzzle, I started to see the bigger picture.

Me: He's not some untouchable phantom. He's just a guy who's gotten too comfortable.

Kaminari: So... where do we find him?

I grinned, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline.

Me: He's based in the city. Works solo. But from the looks of it, he's got a few hideouts he rotates between. We're gonna hit them, one by one, until we flush him out.

Kirishima: And then?

Me: And then, I get my hands on him. Simple as that.

I stood, my mind already racing with the next steps. I didn't care how long it took, or how deep I had to dig. I was going to find Ghost.

Me: Get the word out. I want every contact, every snitch, every informant on the street. Tell them I'm looking for Ghost. And if they know anything, they better speak up.

Kirishima: You really think this'll work?

Me: Doesn't matter what I think. It's gonna work, because I'm not giving him a choice.

As the night wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was close—really close. Ghost was smart, but I was smarter. And I was going to find him, no matter how deep he tried to hide.

Me: You can't run forever, Ghost. Sooner or later, I'm coming for you.