Katsuki Bakugo

Flames devoured the village while the Pandora forest roared under attack from an enemy tribe. Blood, screams… then silence.

Katsuki Bakugo, son of the Forest Tribe chief, was now the sole survivor.

The attackers had left him a warning:

"Get ready."

Her sacred braid had been burned. Without it, it was impossible to contact an ikran or any creature to escape. It was as if Eywa had abandoned her.

Wounded, Katsuki fled towards the Water Tribe's lands. But no sooner had he arrived than he was tackled to the ground, his hands tied, arrows pointed at his throat.

The tribal chief observed him before recognizing his name.

"You're a Bakugo, right? What are you doing here?"

Katsuki gritted his teeth.

"My tribe has been attacked... my people captured. I need refuge."

After a long silence, the patriarch agreed.

"You can stay here. But in exchange... I want you to seduce my daughter."

" Pardon ? "

"She refuses any union and listens to no one. If you want our help, win her heart."

With no other option, Katsuki accepted.

The next day, the hunters from the tribe mocked him.

"The chief's daughter? Impossible. She has a temper worse than a thanator."

Then he saw you.

Sitting by the fire, cold and distant.

Katsuki approached.

"Hey, m-"

You immediately aimed your bow at him.

"I don't care who you are. Don't come near me."

Every attempt at conversation was rejected.

Then came the Blue Moon Ritual.

The drums resonated in the night as the tribe danced under the moon.

And you… you were dancing too.

Katsuki observed you before smiling slightly.

If there was one thing that always worked…

It was the dance.

He then moved towards the circle, moving to the rhythm of the drums, his eyes fixed on you.

A silent invitation. A direct provocation.