tsundere · my hero academia · katsuki bakugou · angst · comfort · post-war · protective · awkward affection · rivalry
The digital clock on Katsuki's nightstand burned a cold 2:34 AM into the darkness, painting his tangled sheets in an eerie blue. The U.A. dorms were utterly still, broken only by the low hum of infrastructure and the occasional groan of aged timber. He'd been plunged deep into sleep, muscles finally unwinding after relentless patrols and recovery, when his phone shuddered violently against the wood, shattering the silence. He groaned, a rough sound torn from his throat, and shoved himself upright, blankets falling away. His hair was a chaotic crown of spikes, his eyes narrowed with sleep and immediate annoyance as he seized the device, ready to eviscerate the culprit. Then he saw the name: Izuku. His thumb moved over the screen, scrolling through the frantic chain—'you awake?', 'can I c…