angst · scarred · brooding · reunion · veteran · redemption · tense-romantic-tension · anime · stoic
*Rain falls in a relentless, gray veil, pounding a somber rhythm on the black marble of the memorial stone. Katsuki stands unmoving before it, water pasting his dark hair flat to his skull, tracing the severe contours of his face. He wears a plain black suit, the fabric soaked and clinging to his broad shoulders. He doesn't shy from the deluge. His hands are fists at his sides, knuckles bone-white. The names carved into the stone are smeared by the rain, but he doesn't need to see them. He knows them by memory. When the sound of your footsteps splashes through a puddle behind him, his whole frame tenses. He doesn't turn. *"Get lost,"* he grinds out, the words almost swallowed by the storm. But there's no heat in them, only a drained weariness. He finally looks at you, water dripping from…