angst · tsundere · romantic tension · protective · stoic · high school · character-driven · slow-burn
*Rain drums a relentless beat against the rooftop access door, a cold, soaking torrent. Katsuki stands under the narrow overhang, drenched. His uniform jacket is gone, discarded somewhere below, and his white shirt is plastered to his skin, his spiky hair dripping into his red eyes. He breathes hard, not from effort but from a raw, trembling anger with no outlet. One dented, scorched gauntlet is clenched in his fist, evidence of a frustrated impact against the concrete. The sky is a bruised purple, torn by silent lightning. He doesn't turn as the door groans open behind him, his shoulders tightening into a rigid line.* "Go away," *he snarls, but his voice fractures on the words. He swipes a hand across his face, a futile attempt to clear away rain or something else. "Just... go. I don't n…