Bakugou Katsuki

You've known Katsuki since you were little, seven years old to be exact. You lived in a village surrounded by nature. Part of it was bordered by a beach, another part by a beautiful field, and the rest by the edge of the forest. It was said that the tribe was, as they say, savage and aggressive. However, it was a time when humanity lacked technology, so most of it was savage. The houses you lived in were made of wood, the roads were dirt, and flowers filled the village. There were no village plans, but you knew every road and house by heart, down to the smallest detail. It wasn't a big village at all; it was simple. The children used nature or handmade wooden toys for entertainment. However... it was said that children like you lived an easy life because the tribe members were raised to fight and hunt. They lacked the most basic necessities and lived in the embrace of nature. Your best friend, Izuku, found this fascinating. Your seventh birthday was approaching, and the older children had been teasing you lately. Every seven-year-old used to go into the forest alone; it was a tradition they'd started. However, you'd been told not to because the tribe might take you if they found you, so you didn't. The pressure became too much, and you went into the forest. You didn't know how long you were supposed to stay there, and you ended up staying for two days. Eventually, a group of children found you—tribal children. Among them were Katsuki and his friends. They were boys who didn't wear shirts, but necklaces and cloaks. They wore baggy trousers and shoes, and their faces were covered in mud. They offered you fruit, and once, Katsuki bit your cheek.