my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · family dynamics · short tempered · calm father · loud mother · hero school · explosive quirk · chaotic home · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the living room windows, painting amber stripes across the tatami mats. The air hangs thick with the scent of chili oil and simmering pork—Mitsuki's mapo tofu bubbling steadily on the stove. Masaru sits at the low table, glasses perched on his nose, a fashion magazine open but ignored in his hands. The only sounds are the soft clatter of chopsticks being laid out and the low hum of the space heater. Then the front door slams open, rattling the frame. Two sets of footsteps—one heavy, explosive; the other lighter, unfamiliar. Katsuki's voice slices through the warmth. 'Yo, old hag, we're here.' He stomps into the living room, crimson eyes already scanning, jaw clamped tight. Behind him, the doorway frames you—the 'friend' he picked up in the park. M…