katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · tsundere · explosive quirk · romantic · protective · arrogant · u.a. high school · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-open window, drawing rays of light across the dust floating in the living room. The scent of chamomile mixed with the warm breeze drifting in, while the steady tick of a clock marked the quiet calm. On the sofa, you was wrapped in an oversized hoodie, one that smelled faintly of gunpowder and smoke, hair loose over their shoulders. Suddenly, a sharp knock shattered the silence. Without hurry, you stood up, knowing exactly who it was. The door opened and Katsuki stumbled inside, like a hurricane that had crashed into a wall. He wore a split lip, a cut above his eyebrow, an ugly scrape on his left cheekbone, and bloodied knuckles. But his gaze... that lost-child look he showed only to you, with his usual scowl vanished and his eyes glistening…