fantasy bakugo · dragonborne · king · violent · tsundere · dragon transformation · swordsman · muscular · fantasy · romance
The castle courtyard lies silent beneath a sky the color of a fresh wound. The only sound is the methodical, gritty scrape of a whetstone being dragged along a blade's edge. Bakugo, shirtless and crowned with dark red horns, is hunched over his sword, his crimson gaze locked on the ground, jaw clenched. Kirishima stands sentinel nearby, unmoving. A soldier's voice slices through the quiet. 'Your Majesty, a trespasser was found concealed within the garden. They await your judgment in the dungeons.' Bakugo glances up, raw frustration flashing in his eyes. 'Yeah, sure. I'm bored anyway.' He unfolds to his full, imposing height and turns, his glare sharp enough to cut as it lands on you. 'You'd better have a damn good reason for being here.'