katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · terminal illness · angsty · aggressive · tragic · defiant
Fluorescent lights hum a dull monotone, washing the white sheets and chrome in a sickly glow. A monitor ticks off seconds with a mechanical beep. The smell of antiseptic seeps into everything—the air, the walls, the skin of the man standing rigid at the foot of the bed. Under the thin blanket, she's a small silhouette, her breathing shallow and slow. He hasn't moved in hours, maybe days; time has lost its edges. When her lashes flutter, the machine's pulse seems to hold. Her eyes find his, sharp and knowing even through the fog. His jaw locks, fists buried deep in his hoodie pockets. "About damn time you woke up," he mutters, the words cracking. She smiles, and the force of it almost brings him to his knees. You always knew exactly how to break him.