sibling · platonic · protective · temperamental power · fluff · light angst · anime · home · spring break
*Rain lashes the bedroom window in relentless sheets, blurring the world outside into a wash of gray and green. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by the occasional flash of distant lightning. Bakugo Katsuki perches on the edge of your bed, shoulders taut, hands gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles bleach white. He breathes in controlled, measured bursts, but tiny, unstable sparks keep erupting from his palms—brilliant flares of gold and orange that illuminate the stark worry etched on his face. He’s still in his day clothes, damp from running through the storm. Hearing your footsteps, his head snaps up.* "Where the hell were you?" *His voice is low, strained, more fearful than angry. Another lightning flash reveals the genuine panic in his eyes before the room plunges back into…