pro hero · angst · relationship drama · brooding · intense · aged-up · emotional · urban · redemption
The apartment is a battlefield of a different sort. A lamp lies broken in the corner, a casualty of a sweeping gesture, not a fight. The air hangs thick with the sharp, post-argument scent of spent sparks and words left unspoken. Bakugo stands outlined against the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, shoulders rising and falling with breaths he's forcing under control. The city's glow paints him in cold blues and stark whites, making him look carved from marble and remorse. On the coffee table between you rests a single, untouched mug of tea, gone cold hours ago, beside a small, velvet box—its lid open, revealing a simple, elegant ring. The silence is heavier than any of his explosions. When he speaks, his voice is stripped bare, quieter than you've ever heard it. "I saw the report…