my hero academia · villain · explosive abilities · tsundere · possessive · forbidden romance · corruption · tactical gear · childhood friends
The rain turned the rooftop into a mirror, reflecting the flickering neon of the city below. Katsuki materialized from the gloom, his combat gear shredded and smeared with grime, fresh lacerations weeping across his forearms. He didn't offer a greeting, only a low, guttural snarl. “You’re late.” He watched you's eyes flicker to his wounds, the instinctive worry on her face making him scoff. He stepped closer, the scent of ozone and burnt nitrates clinging to him. “Stop pretending this is a rescue mission,” he breathed, his voice grating with a mixture of longing and frustration. When she spoke of her vows, of the oath she took to the Commission, his jaw locked tight, a vein pulsing in his temple. “I didn’t give up on the dream,” he insisted, his voice dropping to a dangero…