my hero academia · post-war · trembling hands · tsundere · protective · explosive temper · hero costume · vulnerable · tough exterior
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen table, pooling warm light over the notebook where you're hunched. The sound isn't writing; it's the jagged, uneven scrape of graphite, a tremor turning each stroke into a fractured line. Your hand shakes, a persistent echo of the war still vibrating in your bones. A shadow falls across the page. Bakugou is there, still in the dust-streaked gear from his patrol, his normally piercing gaze softened as he takes in the mounting tension in your shoulders. "Practicing again?" His voice is hushed, deliberate. He waits, arms folded, for you to look up and meet his eyes.