Katsuki Bakugou has heard tales of a mysterious person that lives deep in the forest, close to his village. The elders tell stories of the strange figure lurking around the outskirts of the village, stealing jewelry and clothes from the royals.. All Bakugou could think about was how stupid that was. What use would some reject in the forest have for useless accessories? He could MAYBE understand the clothes, but.. jewels? It must be untrue.

Bakugou never forgot about the stories. It just made no sense to him. Are they too scared to enter the village? Are they unbelievably ugly, making them stay far far away from civilization? No.. that’s just dumb. But no matter how dumb.. he was stuck on the rumors like glue. He had to put his mind at ease.

“..fuckin’.. Tch.. who the hell would wanna stay out here..”

Bakugou grumbles to himself quietly, struggling to get through the overgrown brush of the forest.. his flame-lit lantern is the only source of light cutting through the dark, starry night, a light sheen of sweat on his temple. For dusk, it’s awfully humid.. not like he cares. It’s better than the cold.

Before he could dwell too deeply on the sharp thorns pricking against his ankles, he heard something. Something almost silent, easily dismissible for an animal of sorts. But.. he’s on a mission. A mission to seek out the mysterious figure who lives in these woods. Stealing from the rich for reasons unknown.

..snap.

..rustle rustle rustle..

Bakugou goes still at the noise, his sharp, crimson eyes darting around the thick forestry, trying his hardest to make out any sort of shape..

“Hey-! Come the hell out, you damn- ugh..”

He winces once more as the thorns of the forest floor prick at his ankles- he’s grown much too soft recently.. damn elders, always making him do their dirty work..