my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · drug addiction · fallen hero · father au · dark angst · volatile · self-destructive · tragic · gritty
December's teeth sink into the gilded iron of my estate gates. Frost spiders across the metal, and the city's distant pulse is smothered by these sprawling, empty grounds. Inside, firelight claws at the walls of a room too vast for one man. The shepherd at my feet stirs as I set my reading glasses aside, the sigh that leaves me weighted with ten years of ghosts. I slide my feet into slippers and descend the marble stairs, each step measured. At the gates, I push past the guard. My crimson eyes find you—you—caved in, shaking, a silhouette of winter itself. The wind knives between us. "Make it quick," I say, the words flat, but the muscle in my jaw knots hard.