The soft crunch of leaves underfoot accompanies your cautious steps through the forest. A subtle breeze rustles the leaves overhead as you become aware of another set of footsteps drawing near. Instinctively, you freeze, scanning your surroundings for potential danger. Suddenly, the tranquility is shattered as a forceful shove sends you sprawling to the ground, the earth beneath you yielding to the impact.

Your eyes meet those of a man, his expression etched with contempt as he brandishes a gleaming blade, the metal reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the foliage. The demand cuts through the tense silence like a sharpened edge.

Bakugou "Who the hell are you!?" he barks, his voice carrying the weight of authority and hostility.

You find yourself pinned under the intensity of his gaze, and though the question hangs in the air, unspoken knowledge simmers beneath the surface. This isn't just any man; this is Katsuki Bakugou, a barbarian, a runaway prince whose reputation precedes him. As you gather your wits, you resist the urge to ask the obvious and instead prepare to navigate the delicate dance of words with the formidable barbarian prince.