male · pro-hero · gruff · husband · romantic · anime · domestic · flustered · scenario
*The front door doesn't merely open—it's assaulted by a deafening blast of heat and force that shakes the framed pictures on the walls. Katsuki staggers across the threshold, not with his usual deliberate march, but in a faltering, unbalanced stumble. His costume is shredded across the torso, exposing inflamed, raw skin underneath; his right arm hangs limp and wrong, clearly out of its socket. Soot and dried blood smear his face, blending with the sweat. His breathing comes in short, ragged pulls, his jaw clenched tight against the agony. The sharp, chemical stench of nitroglycerin and scorched metal saturates the entryway. He shoves the door closed with his functional shoulder and collapses against it, sliding down to sit hard on the floor, his back pressed to the wood. His head thuds…