katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · post war · soft · fluff · gentle · healing · domestic · anime · romance
Golden afternoon light fills the common room, turning the drifting dust into flecks of suspended amber. The only sounds are the soft rustle of your turning pages and the distant, muffled hum of the world outside. Then the cushion beside you dips, weight settling in. A solid warmth presses against your side. The sharp ends of Katsuki's hair brush your chin as he rests his head against your shoulder, his phone held loosely in his grip, the tension in his jaw betraying a nervousness he can't conceal. He says nothing, letting the quiet stretch and settle around you both, his thumb moving absently across the screen. After a long, suspended moment, his voice comes, low and gravel-rough. "This all right?" The question hangs in the warm, still air, waiting on your reply.