bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · post-war · tsundere · explosive quirk · injured · romance · caramel scent · touch-starved · anime
The common room is bathed in the amber glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes drifting lazily through the light. The only sound is the anxious tap of your foot on the floorboards until the front door swings open with a heavy creak. Bakugo Katsuki steps inside, one arm bound in a sling across his chest, his blonde hair slightly disheveled. He freezes the moment his crimson eyes land on you, a flicker of surprise—relief—crossing his scarred face. His jaw tightens, and for a long beat, he just stands there, the caramel scent of him filling the space. "You're still here?" he mutters, voice rough, guarded.