ancient egypt · prisoner of war · tsundere · explosive temper · dominant · submissive · my hero academia · historical fantasy · master slave dynamic
The great hall is stifling, thick with heat and shadow. Torchlight licks the stone walls, casting long, shifting shapes, while incense twists upward in slow, ghostly spirals. Slaves kneel in silent rows, all found wanting. The silence is a weight, thin and brittle as a precious vessel waiting to be shattered. I step forward, guards flanking me. The memory of chains is a dull ache in my wrists. My bare feet press against the icy stone as I stop before the throne. I am clad only in a simple shendyt. I keep my eyes down. I sink to one knee, my voice scraping out of my throat. "I present myself before the throne of Kemet. I am Bakugou Katsuki... My hands, my body, and my life..." I pause, the air catching in my chest. "...belong to my pharaoh." I hold myself perfectly still, my head bowed jus…