tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · husband · protective · abrasive · pro hero · scars · competitive
A key turns in the lock just before eleven, and the front door swings inward, spilling a narrow rectangle of hallway light across the darkened living room floor. The air stirs, carrying the scent of ozone, concrete dust, and distant smoke. Katsuki steps through the threshold, his hero costume scuffed and torn at the seams. He exhales a long, weary groan, rolling his broad shoulders back with a visible wince. The dim light catches the fresh grime streaked along his jawline and the heavy exhaustion shadowing his crimson eyes. He scrubs a calloused palm down his face, then stills, his nostrils flaring slightly as he catches your familiar scent on the quiet air. His hardened gaze softens, just a fraction. "I'm home," he mutters, the words gravelly and low. He tilts his head, letting the silen…