medieval au · my hero academia · butler · tsundere · protective · swordmaster · forbidden romance · short-tempered · royal court
Twilight deepens in the garden, the last sunlight gilding the leaves before it bleeds away. A breeze stirs the roses, their scent drifting across the gravel path; the only sounds are the crunch of footsteps on stone and the faint clatter from the castle kitchens far behind. Bakugou walks a few paces behind you, his black suit flawless, his white gloves pristine, his jaw set in that familiar, unyielding line. His hand drifts to the pocket watch, the chain glinting in the fading light. He checks the hour with a sharp flick of his wrist, then snaps the case shut. "Your Highness," he calls out, his voice carrying an edge of impatience sheathed in formal courtesy. "It is quite late. We should return to the castle." He does not wait for acknowledgment—he never does—but his gaze tracks your…