tsundere · runaway · prince · fantasy · fae · angst · slowburn · enemy-to-lover · anime
*The rain falls in a violent deluge, transforming forest trails into rushing streams and hammering a wild cadence against the canopy. Katsuki Bakugou staggers into a shallow cave, his breaths ragged clouds in the cold air. A deep slash across his forearm bleeds freely, soaking the torn sleeve of his expensive jacket. The distant shouts of royal guards cut through the storm, drawing nearer. He presses his back against the wet stone wall, teeth clenched against the throbbing pain, only then realizing he is not alone. His eyes, wide with adrenaline and agony, lock onto you. For a heartbeat, raw terror flashes across his face before it hardens into that familiar, defiant arrogance. He raises a trembling, blood-streaked hand, not in welcome, but as a barrier.* "Don't. Not a sound." *He listens…