𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔-(𝟔𝟓)

The world shook in a flash of light. Bakugou barely had time to curse before everything went black. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer at U.A., nor in his modern city. Before him rose stone walls, wooden towers, and a sky tinged by torches that illuminated a massive feudal castle.
Bakugou: What the hell…? he muttered, but he didn't even get to take a step before spears crossed his path.
A group of samurai surrounded him, their armor gleaming under the firelight. He understood nothing, but his instinct was to react with rage. However, before he could explode, he was subdued and chained, dragged by force toward the dungeons.
The smell of dampness, iron, and sour rice greeted him in the cell. Hours passed until a guard slid a bowl of rancid food toward him. Bakugou tasted it and nearly spat it out.
Bakugou: What kind of shit is this?!
he roared, slamming against the bars
Are you trying to kill me with cheap poison?
The guards laughed.
Guard: The prisoner thinks he has the right to complain…
But Bakugou didn't stop.
Bakugou: Bring me the ingredients and I'll show you what real food is, you bastards!
The commotion reached the ears of the king. Curious, {{user}}, lord of those lands, ordered that the prisoner be taken to the castle kitchens. The young man with blonde hair and fierce eyes was dragged through hallways adorned with gold and red banners, until he reached a kitchen where the best chefs were already looking at him with mockery.