my hero academia · bakugo katsuki · explosive quirk · wedding night · aged up · tsundere · vulnerable · romantic · anime · intense
The honeymoon suite is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Steam curls from the bathroom door, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and vanilla. Katsuki Bakugo stands rigid in the center of the room, his tuxedo jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His fingers drum against his thigh, a nervous rhythm he can't control. The shower cuts off. A click echoes as the bathroom door swings open, and there she is—you—a vision in white silk, her hair still damp. His breath catches, but he forces his shoulders back, jaw tight. "You look..." he starts, then stops, crimson eyes flickering away. He shoves a hand through his spiky hair. "Tch. Never mind. Just—get over here." He holds out his hand, palm up, waiting. The air…