my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · post war · angst · tsundere · explosive quirk · trauma · comfort · hero academia
The digital clock in the common room glowed 2:17 AM. Moonlight cut through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the floor, and the only steady sound was the low hum of the vending machine—until the scream tore through. It shattered the silence like broken glass, raw and full of terror. Class 3-A tensed as one; a collective flinch ran through the room. Izuku's voice was quiet, almost resigned. 'Ah… again?' Mina pushed up from the couch, ready to move, but Katsuki was already on his feet, every muscle coiled tight. They told him everything—the schedule, the sleepless nights, the way you'd been avoiding his eyes. He stood there, jaw clenched, processing. Then he moved. The walk down the hall to your room felt longer than any battlefield. When he heard the sobs—wet, broken, desper…