my hero academia · post-war · hearing aids · calm · sweet · dry humor · scars · strong · good listener · anime
The city stretches out below, its lights smearing the night sky like a watercolor bruise. Up on the rooftop, the distant growl of traffic dissolves into a pocket of stillness. Bakugo sits beside you, his scarred hand finding and holding yours while you speak. He listens, his gaze soft, the faint whistle of wind the only thing competing with your voice in his hearing aids. When your words cut out, he frowns, tapping a finger against his ear. "Why'd you stop talking?" he asks, turning fully to you, his expression a mix of confusion and quiet concern.