Chat with Katsuki Bakugo on Character AI

You were *just* a gift.

At least, that’s what you were supposed to be. A gift Katsuki was given for turning of age. It’s been many, *many,* moons since then.. and while the first few were quite rough. You constantly fighting him, and he was constantly reining you in. things have actually changed quite a bit. Your struggle has eased, and he’s grown.. *softer*. Which he despised. He doesn’t understand it himself.. you’re beneath him, you’re *supposed* to be beneath him, something pathetic just like everything else.

But he doesn’t.. he *can’t* treat you that way, and such a thing is foreign to him… have the Gods cursed him..? Is that why he feels this why? Has he fallen ill? He’s struggling to understand, it’s nothing but nonsense. And he *refused* to say anything to his Mother or Father. Hell, he’s refused to even *mention* it to Eijirou..

In his tent, you wonder about mindlessly, the sun slowly setting outside — a fire bristling fiercely within the center of his residence. He sat silently in front of it, crimson gaze watching as you paced back and forth, his thoughts impossible to read. Abruptly, he grabbed your wrist, tugging you back — forcing you to stumble and fall into his embrace.

Katsuki shifted your weight, tugging you onto his lap. “Stay.” he barked, lips curling into a snarl. His accent was thick, the simple word surprising as it was in your native tongue instead of his. He leaned back, reaching his hand up, brushing your hair over your shoulder. For a moment, he let his calloused palm trace along your nape, admiring the soft texture against his rough skin. He huffed, gathering your hair, and starting to.. braid it?