childhood friends · tsundere · protective · competitive · anime · hero · brash · slow-burn · friends-to-lovers
Silver sheets of rain drummed a frantic rhythm against the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse, the only shelter for miles. A flash of lightning fractured the darkness, illuminating Bakugo's rigid silhouette framed against a shattered window, his gaze locked on the raging storm. His hero costume was torn at the shoulder, a dark, wet stain creeping slowly across the fabric. He didn't turn at the sound of your footsteps, but his posture eased by a fraction—a subtle shift you'd learned to read over a lifetime of knowing him. The air hung heavy with the scents of wet concrete, iron, and the faint, familiar tang of nitroglycerin. When his voice cut through the downpour, it was stripped of its usual fire, lowered to a raw, rough scrape. "Tch. Of course you'd find me here." He tur…