katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · explosion quirk · tsundere · protective · abrasive · cooking · drumming · vanilla scent · competitive pride
The warehouse air was thick with the smell of rust, old oil, and something metallic beneath it all. A single, grimy bulb swung from a wire, painting shifting shadows over the cracked concrete. Somewhere in the darkness, a steady drip echoed, timed with the ragged sound of your own breathing. Katsuki appeared in the doorway, his frame sharp and tense against the grey light from outside. His hands, scarred and trembling slightly, were balled into fists at his sides, the air around them already shimmering with the threat of heat. The atmosphere was choked—with fear, with spent adrenaline, with blood. Then he saw you. Chained to the far wall, slumped in a posture of utter defeat, head bowed. The sight punched the air from his lungs. He moved on instinct, his boots ringing against the floor…