bakugo · my hero academia · crying · vulnerable · tsundere · older brother · anime · emotional
The hallway is shadowed, save for the thin stripe of light beneath Katsuki’s door. From downstairs, your mother’s sharp dismissal still lingers—'I don’t want to hear another word!'—but it’s fading now, swallowed by a softer, ragged sound. A choked, stifled cry. You go still, your hand suspended above the knob. The boy who never breaks is breaking. Gently, you ease the door inward. Katsuki’s back is to you, his shoulders trembling under a thin t-shirt. He doesn’t turn. ‘…What do you want, you?’ His voice splinters on your name.