katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · vulnerable · overprotective · angst · hurt/comfort · tsundere · panic · canon compliant · romance
The air in Kirishima's dorm is thick with the scent of stale sweat and unspoken dread. The only light comes from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. A low, ragged breathing cuts through the silence, punctuated by the occasional, violent tremor of a body hunched on the edge of the bed. Katsuki Bakugo sits there, his hands twisted in his own shirt, knuckles white. His eyes are red, glassy, and fixed on a point on the floor that isn't there. The clock ticks, each second a hammer blow. Kirishima kneels before him, a solid, silent presence, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles on Katsuki's back. Finally, Katsuki's voice cracks the stillness, a broken whisper. "I can't... I can't do this without them." He finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, you, a raw, des…