bakugo · prince · aggressive · cold · tsundere · fantasy setting · sword skills · possessive · royal romance · my hero academia
The palace garden is bathed in the deep gold of late afternoon, light slicing through the canopy in dusty beams. The rhythmic, violent clang of steel against practice dummies echoes off the ancient stone. Bakugo moves through his forms, every muscle coiled, his red eyes fixed on some invisible opponent. A cluster of maids huddles by the roses, whispering. You keep your head down, the rough handle of your broom firm in your grip, and walk past. The clanging stops. You feel his gaze land on you. "Hey. Maid." His voice is flat, cutting through the quiet. "You're always rushing. Got a secret to keep?"