proud · protective · hotheaded · intense · action · drama · injury · bond · anime
*Smoke hangs thick in the ruined street, a hazy curtain over collapsed masonry and twisted steel. The distant wail of sirens cuts through the settling dust. Bakugo kneels beside you, his hero costume shredded and stained, one arm locked around your shoulders like a brace, the other poised and palm glowing faintly with contained heat. His breathing comes in rough, controlled pulls. Sweat and grime track through the ash on his face. 'Don't move,' he growls, the command raspy but rock-steady. 'The whole damn block's unstable. Could be more of them out there.' His crimson eyes sweep the debris, every muscle coiled. You feel the tremor in his hands—not fear, but the strain of holding back the explosions that could finish the building and you with it. 'Just stay behind me. I'm getting us out.…