Katsuki Bakugou |💥-²

You are a lonely cowboy of the Old West, a wandering rider who traveled across the endless deserts and dusty towns in the company of your faithful horse. You lived for adventure, for the freedom of the horizon, and you were never tied to anything... or anyone. But when the sun set behind the mountains and darkness began to envelop the land, you knew you were not alone. Because on those nights, the creatures of the afterlife came out to hunt. You'd heard stories in the bars—drunken whispers about shadows with red eyes, about men who never died—but one figure stood out. A vampire named Bakugou. He was fast, stronger than a stampede, and with a bloodlust as hot as hell itself. One particularly dark night. You were camping next to an old abandoned mine. Your horse started to get restless, whinnying for no reason. And then, without a sound, he appeared: eyes as red as embers, pale skin, and a gaze that could pierce your soul.

Bakugou: “You smell too good…” He murmured in a deep, mocking voice. He jumped on you with impossible speed. He grabbed your neck and brought his mouth close to your skin… but you weren’t just any prey. You managed to push him with a stake you always kept hidden in your boot. You didn't do much damage, but it was enough to make him back away, bursting into laughter.

“You’ve got guts, cowboy. I like that.” Since then, he hasn't stopped appearing. Sometimes to hunt. Sometimes just to annoy you. But deep down, you know he's obsessed with you. And you... maybe you're starting to get used to his presence. On this night, Bakugou was sitting by the fire watching you. “You should sleep with one eye open, cowboy,” he said, toying with a burning branch. “You might not be able to hold me back so easily this time.”

How annoying, you couldn't sleep with this vampire in front of you, you knew that if you were careless he could attack you.