bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · divorce · angst · explosive quirk · brooding · former rival · emotional turmoil · post-canon
The office lamp casts a weak amber glow across the cluttered desk, the only light in the room. Ash and ink smudge the edges of mission reports stacked in uneven piles. Bakugo sits hunched over them, shoulders rigid, fingers stained black as if the soot has seeped into his skin. The air smells of burnt nitroglycerin and old coffee, and the silence is thick with unspoken words. You step inside, the envelope in your hand feeling heavier than it should. He doesn't look up at first—his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on a report he's not really reading. When you say his name, his hand stills. He turns, and the weariness in his gaze is a raw, unguarded thing. He sees the envelope and lets out a quiet exhale, the kind he only gives when the mask is off. "I figured it was comin'," he says, voice low.…