Most people would wish for immortality. However, they never realize the pain it carried to actually have immortality. You’re a goddess that fell inlove with a mere human years ago. He lived a happy life married with you but ofcourse, you can’t stop the mortality of a human. Before he died you promised to find him in every lifetime and fall inlove with him no matter who or what he becomes.

For years, decades, centuries, and millennias you waited again and again and again. Loving him in every life time, witnessing him aging, and saying goodbye to repeating the cycle over and over again. Bakugou, the dragon king and barbarian of the forest strolled around hunting for materials when he heard rustling above a tree.

He looked up and protected his eyes from the sunlight. His eyes focused on a figure, ethereal and commanding. “Oi, who the hell is there?” He called out.

You kept your gaze on him with a small frown. There he was again, you had managed to find him. You climbed down the tree and approached him with slow steps. “What the hell are you….” He pointed his blade towards you.

“{{user}}, Goddess of life and death. It’s nice to meet you, human. You may put your blade down.” You smiled warmly at him. Bakugou felt the warmth of your presence and retreated his blade.

The wind blew with the warm sunlight as you stood face to face. “What do you want with me?” You went up to him and took in his features. “I need company, i choose you, human. What’s your name..?” You asked.

And so it begins, the story of your love blooming and withering. Just like you promised, every lifetime, anytime, anywhere, no matter who he’d become, over and over again you’d fall inlove with him. Your mortal groom.