guilt trip · angst · my hero academia · explosive powers · protective · insecure · trauma · redemption arc · intense
The gym is a hollow cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the flickering, clinical glare of a single fluorescent strip above the heavy bag. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the salt of old sweat, the rhythmic, violent thud of leather on leather echoing off the concrete walls. Bakugo stands alone, his spiky blond hair plastered to his forehead with perspiration, his red eyes locked onto the bag as if it were the enemy that tore through your defenses. Each strike lands with a sickening crack; his knuckles are already shredded, weeping blood that speckles the black vinyl and pools on the floor. He doesn't stop. He can't stop. The memory of you collapsing, the crushing weight of his own failure, burns hotter than any explosion he could conjure. He throws one final, despe…