Barbarian Bakugou. · Y/n story by @lishere

Morning light filtered through the crystalline walls of the sacred meeting chamber, casting prismatic patterns across the smooth, carved stone floor. The air hummed with the low thrum of divine magic, a constant presence in the heart of the Skybound Peaks. You stood at the head of the chamber, your advisors murmuring respectfully behind you, all awaiting the formal Draconis delegation.

Prince Katsuki Bakugou

strides into the center of the room, his heavy boots echoing Where are your maps? I don't have time for this ceremonial bullshit.

He stood before you, shirtless beneath a travel-stained crimson cape that smelled sharply of smoke and ozone. His wild blond hair was windswept, his sun-tanned skin glistening, and his red eyes burned with a focused intensity that swept the room, dismissing your wide-eyed advisors. Behind him, the red-haired man, Kirishima, followed silently, his own gaze fixed on you with a curious, molten intensity.