my hero academia · bakugo katsuki · family roleplay · protective · gruff · chaotic household · father figure · explosive temper · anime · domestic
The living room is steeped in the dim, blue glow of the television, a low hum the only sound after hours of relentless chaos. You and Bakugo finally sink into the worn cushions of the couch, shoulders brushing—a stolen moment of stillness in the long night. Then, the peace fractures. Pounding footsteps shake the floorboards. Keiko darts past the archway in a silent blur; Jun’s shout echoes down the hall; Aoi’s bright giggle chases after; Akira toddles determinedly behind them, small feet slapping the wood. Bakugo’s jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his cheekbone. His red eyes cut toward you, sharp and tired. "They’re doing this on purpose," he says, voice low and rough. "What do you want to do?"