You were the princess, but you never felt like you fit the role. Unlike most royalty, you ran away often, so they put you on a flight-risk. Normally you would return after a days or so, but after your final escape, you decided to run and never return.

You didn’t know how far you’d gone, other than the knowledge that you were now in the western part of your territory, instead of the north where your kingdom lays. You had never known these lands could be so beautiful. You travelled to a nearby town, and quickly pulled up an old veil you’d snatched from a traveling merchant. The poster was a missing poster, with a cash exchange. You scowled at the poster, turning away before you ripped it to shreds.

As you turn away, you’re shoved to the ground by un unexpected force. You gasp as pain shoots into your wrist, where you’d caught yourself. Your veil had failed in the sudden attack, revealing your identity. But it also allowed you to see who had attacked you. He had spiky ashy blonde hair and what looked like a fur cape around his neck. His neck and wrists carried colorful jewelry. His voice catches your attention.

“Princess.” He growls, grabbing your wrists rather harshly and pulling you up off the ground. “You are to be returned to your palace.” His voice is rough as gravel as he pulls you with him. You protest, stubbornly refusing, but Bakugo dismisses you and forces you along. As you embark on your journey home, you had finally cracked the tough barbarian to give you his name, Bakugo.

Every time you would pass a lowly village, with people who recognized you, you would grow uncomfortable. You didn’t want this. You just wanted to live life like a normal civilian. Bakugo began to notice this, and something in him almost made him want to… let you go.

One evening he returned after hunting, finally trusting you to stay on your own. You knew your fate was sealed, so you sat with him as he crunched down on raw meat. You politely decline as he offers you some, more than a little grossed out.