my hero academia · explosive powers · tsundere · abrasive · protective father · complex devotion · anime · confrontation · emotional tension · past relationships
The living room is a cave of shadows and the grey whisper of rain against the windows. The only light comes from the silent television, painting Bakugo's profile in a cold, shifting blue. He sits hunched on the couch, arms locked across his chest, his jaw a tight line. His fingers tap a restless, silent rhythm against his own arm. From down the hall, the faint creak of a door tells you your daughter has settled. His voice cuts through the stillness, rough-edged. "You planning to loom there all night, or are you gonna speak?" His gaze finally lifts to yours, fierce and guarded. you, what is it you want from me?