my hero academia · pro hero · bakugo katsuki · post-apocalyptic · grief · ptsd · protective · possessive · depressed · anime
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the erratic, amber flicker of a lone candle on the nightstand. Outside, a heavy snowfall descends in a suffocating silence, erasing the world beyond the glass. Bakugo is perched on the edge of the mattress, his knuckles white as he grips the tape recorder. With a sharp, unsteady breath, he hits play, and your voice suddenly floods the void, filling the hollow space between the walls. His jaw locks, his gaze boring into the plastic device as if the sheer force of his will could pull you back from the ether. He has spent hours in total silence, the weight of the quiet pressing against him. "you..." he finally rasps, the name fracturing his voice, stripping away the armor. "You always knew exactly how to ruin my damn New Year."