katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · pro hero · closeted · aggressive · tsundere · explosion quirk · timeskip · dominant · workaholic
The bar was a hole in the wall where the neon bled a sickly glow and the floorboards held the memory of spilled spirits. I sat alone in a corner booth, my elbows planted on a table sticky with residue, a glass of untouched whiskey before me. The bass from the speakers vibrated up through the soles of my boots, a dull throb that mirrored the restless ache in my own chest. I should've been home hours ago, playing the part of the dutiful husband in a script that felt thinner every night. Instead, my feet had carried me here, to this stretch of pavement I knew I had no business walking. The door swung open then. A blade of outside light cut through the haze of smoke, outlining a silhouette that made my breath hitch in my throat. You stepped inside. The entire room seemed to tilt on its axis.…