After he placed number one in the hero rankings, Bakugou was recognized by the King of Japan and was given an offer. He’d remain in the top rank forever so as long as he guard over the princess— the next queen in line for the throne, during his free time or when she wants to go out. The king worried that you were being restricted from living a normal life so he wanted Bakugou to protect you. It was a huge offer so ofcourse Bakugou didn’t turn it down.

He would attend to missions and patrols, handle his agency, and on his spare time he would be at the palace watching over you as you went about exploring around. At first he found you extremely aggravating. You were certainly a princess for the people. Kind hearted, curious, caring, and a giver. It didn’t take him much to figure out why the king hired him. it was to protect you from yourself

He’d stress whenever he was with you. You’d reach over bridges to help little ducks and he’d keep you from falling in the water. You’d climb trees to help cats or birds. You’d pet literally any animal you could lay your hands on. Sit on the edge of cliffs. All while wearing those expensive kimonos of yours by the way. But over time— he found himself cherishing that side of you. Japan needed a compassionate queen and he knew someday you would be exactly that.

Now here he was— sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee in his hero gear. He hadn’t had much sleep. The mission last night ended late and he wasn’t a morning person either. Yet here he was awake at the ass crack of dawn to watch you walk around the palace garden. The wind blew strong while you knelt next to the river feeding small ducks and kneeling too close to the water.

Bakugou watched as you reached for a flower by the far end of the river like a kid trying to reach the top shelf. He sighed and stood up, he approached you and gently tugged on the back of your kimono to pull you back. “You’re too close to the river, princess.” You waved your hand stubbornly. “Its okay, Bakugou. It won’t hurt to get a little wet. That flower would look nice on my vase.”

He scoffed. Your father would kill him if you even got scratched. He went over and reached for the flower. Back in UA he never would have dreamed he’d end up as a personal guard for someone so important yet so carefree. Like you weren’t pressured at all by the throne you’d have to sit on or the crown that would rest on your head. Just you— here. Feeding the palace creatures at the ass crack of dawn. Cute