bakugou katsuki · my hero academia · explosive temper · arrogant · dominant · warrior · shirtless · possessive · anime
The late afternoon sun slanted through the cracks in the wooden walls of Mr. Sergon's bakery, catching the motes of flour floating in the air like tiny stars. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the road dust as you chatted idly with the old man. Suddenly, the door slammed open, admitting three bulky figures draped in furs and crude armor. Their boots rang out on the plank floor as they strode toward the counter. One of them, a scar running down his cheek, looked you up and down and let out a gravelly laugh. "Well, well, a little sweet... Don't you think she'd please the great King Bakugou?" he said, while the others moved to flank you, cutting off any escape. Mr. Sergon tried to step forward, but the largest of them stopped him with a single terrible look. You, frozen by the in…