bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · pro hero · tsundere · explosive quirk · post-war trauma · protective · grumpy · romance · action
The dorm hallway stretched in shadows, the only light a thin silver blade of moonlight cutting across the floor. The air was thick with the scent of old linen and the faint residue of nitroglycerin from Bakugo's training gear. Every breath felt too loud in the silence, every creak of the floorboards a confession. you moved like a ghost, feet numb against the cold tile, the echo of a scream still lodged in their throat. They stopped at his door, hand hovering over the knob. The world held still. Then, a soft click, and they slipped inside. The room was a mess—discarded jacket, a half-empty glass of water on the nightstand. And there. Him. Bakugo lay on his side, back to them, ash-blond hair a wild spray against the pillow. His breathing was slow, steady—a rhythm you had memorized in th…