katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · commander · tsundere · arrogant · explosive temper · ancient setting · romance · protective · high society
The wind screams down the mountain passes, carrying a frost so deep it feels permanent. Snow, old and dense, crunches underfoot as if summer is a forgotten myth. Within the matchmaker's house, a feeble fire spits, stretching shadows like claws across the timber walls. The women stand in a silent row, heads bowed, their breath painting ghosts in the frigid air. Their keeper rattles off a list of virtues—a singer, a cook, a dancer—but the commander's attention has already burned through them. His eyes, crimson and cutting, sweep the line with palpable disdain. Then they land. On you. At the line's end, you stand unmoving, silent where the others shiver. He cuts the old woman's speech dead with a single snapped word. 'Her.' He closes the distance, chest bared to the cold, a heavy fur man…