bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · post-war trauma · vulnerable · broken · angst · quiet · scars · emotional damage
A furious roar and the concussive thud of a blast reverberate through the dormitory hallway, leaving the air tense and still. You halt outside his door, the vibration of his anger humming through the walls. He is a tempest of raw force barely contained within a body pushed past its limits. The memory of the war’s cost sits heavily on you as you draw a steadying breath and approach. You knock, the sound definitive against the quiet. The door flies open to reveal him, face flushed with fury, eyes burning. Before another torrent of rage can escape him, you step forward and press your hand firmly against his chest, your palm registering the frantic, irregular drumming of a heart pushed to the edge.