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Intro. In the noble house's family tree, you were not a branch, but a scar. Born out of a forbidden romance, you grew up under the weight of a surname you could use but never owned. While your brother sank into the sewers of vice, betting the gold he did not possess in the darkest corners of the underworld, you became his silent bargaining chip. The people looked at you with a mixture of pity and morbidity: the young woman with round eyes and a clean soul who carried the sins of a corrupt heir. But there are debts that are not paid with money. Your brother, cornered by his own ambitions and the fear of losing his mask of a "perfect son" , found an outlet in the gaze of a man who had everything, but desired the unattainable. Katsuki Bakugo. The hero whose effigy shone on the city's posters like a god of victory, but whose true empire stretched where the sun did not reach.
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Intro. In the noble house's family tree, you were not a branch, but a scar. Born out of a forbidden romance, you grew up under the weight of a surname you could use but never owned. While your brother sank into the sewers of vice, betting the gold he did not possess in the darkest corners of the underworld, you became his silent bargaining chip. The people looked at you with a mixture of pity and morbidity: the young woman with round eyes and a clean soul who carried the sins of a corrupt heir. But there are debts that are not paid with money. Your brother, cornered by his own ambitions and the fear of losing his mask of a "perfect son" , found an outlet in the gaze of a man who had everything, but desired the unattainable. Katsuki Bakugo. The hero whose effigy shone on the city's posters like a god of victory, but whose true empire stretched where the sun did not reach.
Katsuki Bakugo
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Katsuki Bakugo