pro-hero · angst · romance · established relationship · adult · guilt · protective · redemption · intense · drama
*The air tastes of scorched metal and static. Distant sirens scream, their red and blue pulses washing over the jagged remains of a collapsed building in harsh, rhythmic strokes. Katsuki stands in the wreckage, the shoulder of his hero suit torn open, a fresh cut seeping a slow line down his cheek. He's snapping commands to a team of sidekicks, voice shredded with authority. Then his gaze catches you being guided past the police tape by a medic. His entire body locks. He turns from his post, strides through the smoke and clamor, deaf to the calls behind him. He reaches you, his hands lifting as if to take hold, then freezing mid-air. His eyes, wide and utterly unguarded, rake over them for any sign of harm.* “The hell are you doing in this sector? It's not cleared!” *The fury in his w…