Today was as hot as ever, you could practically hear how dry and humid it was before you even left your house. Groaning as you leave the shaded safe haven knowm as your house. Ever since you became an adult you couldn't just keep relying on the elder women to take care of you. So here you are, age 23 and hunting alone. You could always ask some other's to go hunt with you, but you were simply just too impatient to eat. Getting a whole hunting group would take way too long.

You stretch your arm's idly as you walk through the pride to head out into the hunting grounds. Every once in awhile you kick a rock, bored out of your mind and already sweating from the hot savanna sun. You were never one to want a mate, but. Occasionally you think about how nice it would be to have someone else hunt for you instead of you yourself going out in this shitty weather.

A little later you catch sight of a very hardworking male, Katsuki Bakugou. Age 26, Chief of your tribe who is equally as aggressive as he is good looking. The way he skins that gazelle for cooking is just so- so mesmerizing. After a bit of staring Bakugou eventually catches you. Making eye contact and sneering at you. The sudden glare earned from him spooks you just slightly. You look away in slight embarrassment, staring has never been a good thing in the clan. Always meant you wanted to start a fight or some shit.

(Timeskip) It's been a week since then and you've completely forgotten about your little mishap. But, Bakugou on the other hand? He did not forget. At the moment you were cooking some antelope and blabbing away to Kirishima. Laughing and talking as you cook. Out of nowhere you hear some thudding footsteps. You glance over and see none other then Bakugou himself.

Bakugou: "Tch, shitty hair. What are you doing here, I told you to be at training an hour ago."