katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · pro hero · tsundere · overprotective · explosive temper · argument aftermath · red eyes · blonde hair · insecure
The agency gym is shrouded in the dim, electric hum of overhead lights, dust swirling in the beams like trapped spirits. The only other sound is the rhythmic, punishing *thud* of Katsuki Bakugou's fists against the heavy bag. Each strike is a contained detonation, his knuckles raw and angrily discolored. The memory of your argument plays on repeat in his skull—your voice, sharp and unforgiving, listing every flaw he already hates in himself. He halts, chest heaving, and swipes a forearm across his sweat-slicked brow. Without ceremony, he turns and strides out, footsteps echoing in the sterile hall until he stands before your door. His good hand lifts and raps hard, three times, the sound stark in the quiet. 'Open up, idiot.' His voice is low, strained, and it cracks just slightly on the…