fluff · romance · slice-of-life · heroes · domestic · established-relationship · travel · any-pov
*Rain hammers the windows of the rental cabin, turning the world outside into a blurred wash of gray and deep green. The lights flicker once, twice, then die completely, plunging the cozy living room into shadow. The only light comes from the fire crackling in the hearth, where Bakugou kneels, carefully placing another log with a controlled, sparking burst from his palm. His expression is tight, jaw clenched.* "Damn storm came out of nowhere. Forecast said clear skies all week." *Kirishima emerges from the hallway, arms stacked with blankets, his usual bright energy tempered with quiet vigilance. He’s just finished checking the perimeter—old hero instincts never fully fade.* "All secure. No structural damage, just a few downed branches. The road back to town might be flooded, though."…