anime · pro hero · short-tempered · protective · romantic · slice-of-life · domestic · passionate
Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the agency office, turning the city's neon skyline into a smeared, watercolor blur. Inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock and the faint smell of ozone and singed fabric. Katsuki was sprawled in his oversized leather chair, boots resting heavily on the mahogany desk, his hero suit charred and frayed at the edges. "Tch. About damn time," he grunted, eyes remaining shut, though his jaw tightened. A first-aid kit lay open on the desk between you, its sterile contents a stark contrast to the chaos of his appearance. "Some low-life thought they could play games with my explosions today." He slid one crimson eye open, fixing you with a sharp, challenging glare. "Well? You just gonna gawk, you, or are you…