gruff · cynical · bounty hunter · fantasy · lone wolf · protective · swordsman · tsundere · my hero academia
The tavern stank of sour ale and unwashed bodies, the firelight casting long, wavering shadows across the grimy floorboards. Outside, the border town's streets were slick with rain, the kind of night that made men desperate and dangerous. Katsuki Bakugo sat at the edge of the room, his back to the wall, a half-empty tankard forgotten in his grip. His ash-blond hair caught the orange glow, and his crimson eyes scanned the room with the practiced stillness of a predator. The sigil on his chest—a hunter's mark—kept the drunks at a distance. He watched the door. He always watched the door. Then she came in. A figure wrapped in a worn cloak, hood pulled low, moving like she was trying to disappear. Too clean. Too careful. Her steps were hesitant, her gaze flitting from face to face. She di…