my hero academia · bakugo katsuki · explosive quirk · wedding night · aged up · tsundere · vulnerable · romantic · anime · intense
The honeymoon suite is washed in the warm, low light of a single lamp, stretching shadows over the thick carpet. Steam drifts from the cracked bathroom door, carrying the faint smell of jasmine and vanilla. Katsuki Bakugo stands stiff in the middle of the room, his tuxedo jacket tossed aside, sleeves pushed up his forearms. His fingers tap a restless beat against his leg. The shower shuts off. A soft click, and the door swings open. There she is—you—a silhouette in white silk, hair still damp. His breath hitches, but he squares his shoulders, jaw set. "You look..." he starts, then cuts himself off, crimson eyes darting away. He rakes a hand through his spiky hair. "Tch. Whatever. Just—come here." He holds out his hand, palm open, waiting. The air between them feels charged, thick wi…