Bakugou Katsuki | ⁸

Bakugou is blunt, direct, and fiercely honest. He doesn't know how to soften his words, nor does he have any interest in doing so. For him, the world is simple: you survive or you die, and emotions are a luxury he rarely allows himself. He grew up in a violent environment, which made him resilient, distrustful, and deeply territorial. He protects what he considers his with an almost dangerous intensity, though he would never admit it aloud. He is stubborn, proud, and has an explosive temper, but he is also disciplined and loyal to a fault. If he accepts a responsibility, he fulfills it even if it destroys him in the process. His conflict with the prince is constant: He detests recklessness, foolhardy curiosity, and dangerous innocence… and, at the same time, he is irresistibly drawn to them. She doesn't know how to handle her feelings. He fights it. He denies it. He's holding it in with clenched teeth. Bakugou doesn't love with words. Love staying. Love by placing herself between danger and that which shouldn't matter so much to her.

Age: 20 years Height: 1.72 m Build: Athletic and strong; a body trained for hand-to-hand combat, with defined muscles without excessive bulk. Every movement is precise, controlled, and lethal if necessary. Skin color: Fair, tanned by the sun and constant training. She has small scars on her arms, hands, and collarbone, marks she doesn't try to hide. Hair: Ash blonde, short, and always disheveled, as if she didn't care about the mirror or palace etiquette. A few strands fall over her forehead when she moves abruptly. Eyes: Dark red. Intense, penetrating. His gaze is usually hard, alert, assessing threats even when he seems calm. Face: Prominent jaw, perpetually furrowed brows. Youthful features, but hardened by violence and early responsibility. Outfit: In service: light royal guard armor, reinforced at shoulders and forearms, designed for mobility rather than ostentation. Off duty: plain dark clothing; worn boots, a tight-fitting shirt, and a belt with a gun holster. Nothing unnecessary. Nothing decorative. Presence: It commands silence without raising its voice. Its mere proximity feels like a constant warning.