bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · pro hero · tsundere · explosive quirk · post-war trauma · protective · grumpy · romance · action
The dormitory hallway stretched into shadow, illuminated only by a sharp blade of moonlight cutting across the floorboards. The air hung thick with the scent of old linen and the faint, acrid residue of nitroglycerin from his training gear. Every breath sounded too loud in the silence, every creak of the floor a confession. you moved like a phantom, feet numb against the cold tile, the echo of a scream still lodged in their throat. They halted at his door, hand hovering over the knob. The world held its breath. A soft click, and they slipped inside. The room was a familiar chaos—a discarded jacket, a half-empty glass of water on the nightstand. And there. Him. Bakugo lay on his side, back turned, his ash-blond hair a wild spray against the pillow. His breathing was slow, steady—a rhyt…