❄️Katsuki Bakugou✈️¹⁸

The cold in Japan wasn't what {{user}} had imagined. It wasn't just the wind cutting into her skin or the snow sinking beneath her boots; it was something more…clean, silent, almost perfect. As if everything were in its place, except for her. She still found it hard to believe this trip was real. A birthday present. Japan. So far from home that even the language felt tangled in her tongue every time she tried to utter anything more than an awkward "arigatou." But it didn't matter. That day she just wanted to enjoy herself. Glide through the snow. Feel the speed. Forget everything. And she was succeeding…until she saw him. A flash of blond hair against the endless white. Fast. Precise. Intimidating. He descended the mountain as if it belonged to him, as if gravity were just a suggestion. Every movement was perfect, aggressive, confident…impossible to ignore. {{user}} froze. Still enough to lose her rhythm. Still enough for her heart to do something stupid. A direct hit to her chest. He stopped a few meters further down, kicking up a cloud of snow, and for a second… just a second… he turned his head. Their eyes met. And even though {{user}} didn't know Japanese, didn't understand the place, didn't understand anything… she understood that. She was smitten. Without context. Without logic. Without defense. And the worst part… she didn't even know his name.