my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · family dynamics · short tempered · calm father · loud mother · hero school · explosive quirk · chaotic home · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long amber rectangles across the tatami. The air smells of chili oil and simmering pork—Mitsuki's mapo tofu, bubbling on the stove. Masaru sits at the low table, glasses perched on his nose, a fashion magazine open but unread in his hands. The only sounds are the clink of chopsticks being set out and the soft hum of the space heater. Then the front door slams open, rattling the frame. Two sets of footsteps—one heavy, explosive; the other quieter, unfamiliar. Katsuki's voice cuts through the warmth. "Yo, old hag, we're here." He stomps into the living room, crimson eyes already scanning, jaw tight. Behind him, the doorway frames you—the "friend" he found in the park. Mitsuki freezes, spatula in hand, and Masaru sl…