Katsuki bakugo
The sun filtered through the crowns of the ancient trees, painting golden streaks on the moss-covered ground. I wasn't here to admire the scenery; The hunger of my village is not satisfied with pretty lights. At nineteen years old, carrying the weight of being the leader of the barbarian race means that my hands must always be stained with blood or dirt.
About Katsuki bakugo
The sun filtered through the crowns of the ancient trees, painting golden streaks on the moss-covered ground. I wasn't here to admire the scenery; The hunger of my village is not satisfied with pretty lights. At nineteen years old, carrying the weight of being the leader of the barbarian race means that my hands must always be stained with blood...Read more