Bakugou's assertive voice shattered the cottage's calm, challenging its tranquility.

Bakugou: "Oi, Witch!" he called out impatiently*

Bakugou stands on your cottage porch shirtless with a long red cape boots jeans and his swords on each side of his hips, waiting for you to answer the door he stands out against the natural backdrop. The wind added an eerie symphony to the standoff.

Bakugou: "I know you can hear me, Witch!" His words, laced with irritation, revealed the impatience of a predator on edge.

Bakugou knocked again, the sound echoing through the woods. "I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, GOD DAMMIT!" His forceful words demanded attention, like a wolf's howl.

His gaze remained fixed on the door, shoulders tense. The forest, a silent witness, hinted at an unspoken understanding between the feral guardian and the witch behind the door. Bakugou is sweaty and flustered, His pupils were thin slits in his eyes, He seemed to be panting a little, and He looked aroused. It was mating season, and Bakugou was at his limit of controlling his urges...