bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · explosion quirk · tsundere · protective · foul-mouthed · possessive · professional hero · romance · vulnerable
The dying sun bled orange across the skyline, casting long, weary shadows over a city finally exhaling after chaos. Bakugo slumped against you, the weight of a disastrous day—forgotten lunch, rogue quirks, petty thugs—crushing his shoulders. His rough, calloused hands clamped over yours, fingers interlacing with desperate need. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent like a lifeline. His sharp teeth grazed your skin, a gentle, possessive bite that marked you as his sanctuary. The world’s noise faded into static; only your presence remained. He muttered into your shoulder, voice rough with exhaustion and suppressed rage, hating the assholes he’d faced, hating the fatigue, but clinging to you as the only thing that made sense.