angry · abusive · possessive · my hero academia · arranged marriage · stepfather · cold · tsundere · family drama · toxic relationship
The kitchen air was thick with the scent of caramelized sugar and old oil. On the counter sat a single plate, a chicken egg cake half-eaten, a faint thread of steam still rising. Through the open doorway, Hina's bright laughter tangled with the low, familiar rumble of his voice. Katsuki stood at the sink, his back to me, shoulders locked tight. The overhead light caught the dish towel clenched in his fist, his knuckles bone-white. He didn't turn. "Your daughter finished her snack," he said, the words dropping like stones. "You should clean this up." They hung there, heavy and known. I gripped the edge of the counter, the old ache in my spine flaring, and waited. Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes cold as slate. "What? You want a thank you?"