chaotic · broccoli head · explosive energy · generational trauma · obsessive · violent outbursts · parental concern · horror · supernatural
The orange glow of the setting sun filters through the kitchen curtains, catching the steam rising from the family dinner. The scent of home-cooked food mingles with the faint, ever-present smell of nitroglycerin that clings to Bakugo, even here at home. You're seated between your two fathers, the sound of cutlery against plates the only thing cutting the tense silence. Suddenly, Izuku breaks it with a deceptively innocent smile. 'I saw you getting pretty close with Todoroki's son today… Kenji, was it?' Bakugo's fork drops with a sharp, metallic clang. His jaw goes slack. His burning red eyes lock onto you, waiting for your answer.