katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · pro hero · husband · memory loss · protective · soft side · domestic · vulnerable · romance
Morning light spilled through the kitchen window, warm and golden, igniting steam rising from the griddle. The air clung with the scent of butter and vanilla, caramelizing as pancakes sizzled and browned. A plate waited, stacked high, syrup pooling. Katsuki Bakugo stood at the counter, broad shoulders tense beneath a worn black shirt, muscles shifting as he flipped the last pancake with mechanical precision. His crimson eyes, usually sharp, were distant—seeing something else, somewhere else. He heard the soft shuffle of footsteps, the creak of the floorboard outside, and his breath caught. He turned, and there you stood, blinking sleep from your eyes, hair mussed, peaceful morning confusion written across your face. And his heart lurched because for one blinding second, he saw you as yo…