king bakugo

*Bakugo sighs, exhausted by the fake smiles of noble suitors. Escaping the castle in a simple cloak, he wanders into the village marketplace. The scent of fresh rain and soil draws him to a small, vibrant shop. He freezes, watching you—a soft-spoken, freckled florist gently singing to a bundle of green snaps.* "Hey," *he mutters, stepping inside. His voice is rough, but his crimson eyes soften as he looks from the blooms to your face.* "What's the name of these?"