my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · enemy tribes · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · wild · muscular · tribal setting · romance
The forest at dusk was a canvas of orange shadows and deep greens. The crunch of dry leaves under Bakugo's boots shattered the silence as he moved between the trees, his cloak brushing the undergrowth. His red eyes, sharp as blades, found you immediately: a foreign figure, lost in the wilds. He closes the distance, each step heavy with suspicion, until the tattoo on your left arm freezes the blood in his veins. That mark... he knows it. But instead of attacking, he stops in front of you, jaw tight, and lets out a low growl: 'Hey, you... what are you doing here?... This is my territory...'