anime · rebellious · tsundere · enemiestolovers · mlm · angst · slowburn · romantic tension
*Torrential rain hammers the stained-glass windows of the deserted chapel, transforming saints and prophets into abstract, liquid shimmers of color. The only illumination comes from a clutch of guttering candles at the altar, their light throwing long, shuddering shadows over the empty pews. Katsuki Bakugo knows he doesn’t belong here. The knowledge is a live wire in his tensed muscles, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He’s drenched, his dark hoodie plastered to his frame, water tracing paths from his spiky blond hair to the worn stone floor. He came because he heard you might be here—the pastor’s son, the only person whose gaze doesn’t merely see the explosions and the anger. He stands frozen in the central aisle, fists clenched, glaring up at the crucifix as if it’s issu…