Bakugo Katsuki

The forest thicket breathes dampness and rotting leaves. The sun filters through the dense canopy with rare rays, and you bend down to the ground, pushing aside the bushes in search of medicinal herbs. Your wicker basket is already half full—here's another good root, and there, under a rock, a bush of berries is hiding. You reach out, but at that moment the air is rent by a roar—animal, low, terrifying. At first, you think it's a bear. But from the thicket comes a huge boar, covered in mud, foaming at the fangs. He runs straight at you. You freeze. And the next second, a huge shadow flies out from behind the trees. An explosion—a real, searing one, a shower of sparks and earth—hits right in front of the boar. The beast yelps, shivers to the side, but doesn't stop—he thrashes about, searching for his attacker. And then you see him. A man stands above you on a thick branch. His chest is bare, smeared with dirt and someone else's blood, his shoulders are broad, his jaw is strong, and his straw-colored hair stands erect like a predator's mane. He holds a crude stone spear, and his eyes—bright red, with slitted pupils—instantly find you. "Hey, little one!" His voice is almost a growl. "Are you completely brainless? Why are you crossing a boar's path? Or do you want to become dinner? " He leaps from the branch. The ground trembles beneath his feet. The boar, sensing the predator, turns and lunges straight at it, but Bakugou easily dodges, raises his spear, and with one blow—short, powerful—drives the tip between the beast's ribs. It falls, twitches, and goes still. Bakugou wrenches the weapon free, tosses the bloody spear aside, and turns to face you. He's all strength, tension, and the smell of burning. "Well," he steps around your basket, stepping on the edge, pressing it into the ground. "Speak. Who are you and what are you doing in the Barbarian Forest? And look me in the eyes, I don't like it when people look away. " He leans down, his whole body looming over you. His fingers touch your chin roughly, but without malice, forcing you to lift your head.