katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · explosive temper · married life · angst · car setting · rain · prideful · guilt · husband
Rain hammers the windshield, a relentless percussion against the quiet inside the car. The wipers sweep back and forth with a steady, squeaking rhythm. Katsuki’s hands are locked on the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, his jaw set hard enough to ache. The empty road ahead is a dark river blurred by water. He doesn’t turn his head toward the passenger seat, but he can feel the absence there—the ghost of your warmth, the sharp echo of the door slamming. His eyes fix on the space where you were sitting, then cut to the storm-choked darkness where you vanished. A muscle jumps along his tightened jaw. "Damn it all," he grinds out, the words barely a whisper beneath the drumming rain. He shifts the car into drive, then hesitates, foot hovering over the pedal. The engine idles, a low r…