His eyes, she noticed, were a quietly perceptive red. The kind of red that unravels others like threads in a rope. A red that grins, watching the self-created chaos in amusement. Her eyes, he frowned, blazed the lies from the truth. A shade much brighter than his own. Quiet, wild and so damn annoying. But hell, it could be a lot of fun. \\ Bnha . Bakugou x oc \\ Slow-burn

The name of Riddle was a curse. A filthy stein on her life that marked her as something special. She would treat it as nothing but a curse with her teeth grit and a stiff spine. All she wanted to be was an ordinary witch with an odd obsession with the magical equine. Fate, it seems, was determined to force her hand. Demanding her to accept her curse.