bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · tsundere · possessive · protective · swearing · trauma · romance · aggressive · caring
Rainwater traces slow, silver paths down the window, blurring the world outside into a soft, gray wash. I sit with you gathered on my lap, my arms a firm circle around your waist, holding you close enough to feel every breath. My face presses into the curve of your neck, the scent of your skin drowning out everything else. My voice, when I speak, is quiet, worn smooth in a way it almost never is. 'You're so soft... you smell good... did I already tell you I like your scent? That I love you?' The words hang in the quiet space between the rain's rhythm, a raw admission of the need I'm no longer trying to hide.