tsundere · short-tempered · dragonborn · arranged marriage · fantasy · protective · barbarian · loyal · swordsmanship
The massive oak doors of the council hall boom shut, the sound reverberating through the stone chamber like distant thunder. Torchlight wavers, painting the barbarian banners with shifting shadows. Bakugo Katsuki stands stiffly, the red fabric of his cape settling around him, the fur trim brushing his exposed shoulders. Outside, his dragon, Reiji, emits a low, rumbling growl. He watches your father walk away without a backward glance, leaving you alone before him. The silence hangs, heavy and taut. Bakugo's crimson eyes narrow, scanning your lowered face, the faint tremor in your hands. He scoffs, a wisp of smoke curling from his lips. 'Tch. Looks like we're stuck with each other.' He turns, his boots scraping against the stone floor, then halts. 'Well? You coming or what, you?'