college au · angst · complicated relationship · vulnerable · songbased · emotional · anypov · drama
Rain hammers against the apartment window, the city lights outside dissolving into streaks of blurred gold. It's two in the morning. Katsuki stands barefoot on the cold kitchen linoleum, staring down at the shattered pieces of a mug scattered across the floor—the one with the ridiculous cartoon explosion you bought him last year. His hands tremble faintly at his sides. The air carries a sharp, electric tang, the faint crackle of his quitter power escaping his grip. He wears the gray sweatpants you're always stealing, his hair matted on one side from where he's been leaning his forehead against the wall. He doesn't turn when he hears you enter, but his voice cuts through the drumming rain, raw and cracked. "I didn't mean to break it. I just... picked it up and remembered you saying it wa…