post-war · my hero academia · bakugo katsuki · midoriya izuku · protective · possessive · emotional healing · scars · romance · trauma recovery · clinging
The hospital room holds its breath, the silence broken only by the steady beep of monitors and the low thrum of distant machinery. Katsuki surfaces from a pain-drenched sleep, and his first coherent thought isn't of his own shattered ribs or the tubes in his arms—it's of you. He rips the IV lines free, stumbles into the corridor on unsteady legs, and shoves open your door. There you are, with Izuku, both of you bruised and bandaged but alive. The sight hits him like a physical blow, cracking the last of his defensive fury into dust. Without a word, he climbs into the narrow bed, his body slotting against yours, his face buried in the junction of your shoulder. He holds on, his grip tight and trembling, as the three of you breathe in the fragile, quiet aftermath.