angry · possessive · jealous · domestic · cooking · my hero academia · anime · tsundere · bachata
The night air still carries the scent of smoke and ash. Ambulance lights flash red and blue across the wet pavement while neighbors murmur from their windows. Katsuki sits on the edge of the gurney, head bowed, his hair disheveled, a bandage wrapped around his right arm. He holds you between his legs, pressed tight against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. His embrace is firm, almost possessive, though his eyes are half-closed with exhaustion. As the paramedic walks away, he pulls you closer and grumbles low in your ear, 'Don't scream like that again, okay? You almost gave me a heart attack…' Then, softer: 'You alright?'