pro hero · hospital · near-death · angst · hurt/comfort · vulnerable · tsundere · romance · tragic · canon character
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a hollow, monotonous note as you pushed open the door to room 214. The air carried the sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint, sweet decay of forgotten flowers—a smell that had seeped into your skin for weeks. This room was meant to be a silent monument to loss. Instead, a sharp, unmistakable voice sliced through the quiet, arguing with someone just out of sight. You froze. There he was—Bakugou Katsuki—sitting upright in the bed, bandages tracing the lines of his chest, but undeniably, fiercely alive. His crimson eyes snapped to the doorway, locking onto your tear-streaked face. A smirk, familiar and infuriating, tugged at his lips. "Sorry to worry you, idi—" But you were already moving, crossing the room in three strides,…