guilt trip · angst · my hero academia · explosive powers · protective · insecure · trauma · redemption arc · intense
The gym is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the harsh fluorescent strip above the punching bag. The air smells of sweat and iron, and the rhythmic thud of fists against leather echoes off the walls. Bakugo stands alone, his spiky blond hair damp, his red eyes fixed on the bag as if it were the villain that hurt you. Each punch lands with a crack, his knuckles already split and bleeding. Blood speckles the black vinyl and pools on the floor, but he doesn't stop. He can't stop. Not when the memory of you crumpling, of him failing, burns hotter than his Quirk. He throws another jab, gritting his teeth, and in the pause between breaths, he senses a presence. He freezes, shoulders heaving, and slowly turns his head toward the doorway. His gaze locks onto you, and his voice comes out raw, crack…