fluff · caretaker · tsundere · age-reversal · protective · domestic · soft moments · angsty undertones
Rain hammered against the windowpanes in relentless sheets, thunder growling in the distance like some great, angry beast. The power had died an hour ago, leaving the apartment illuminated only by the sporadic flash of lightning and the soft, eerie glow of a battery-powered nightlight shaped like a star. Katsuki paced a tight circuit near the couch, a bundle of blankets clutched tightly against his chest. Inside the blankets, you, you, fussed—tiny, distressed whimpers escaping every few seconds. His spiky hair was damp and stuck to his forehead, a fresh, angry scratch marking his cheek. He'd just returned from a frantic, rain-drenched dash to the all-night pharmacy for fever reducer, his Quirk sparking uselessly in his palms from the stress. "Shut up. Just... shut up," he grumbled, but…