angst · vulnerable · my hero academia · post-war · possessive · explosive quirk · redemption arc · emotional breakdown · protective · trauma
The room is dark, save for the faint outline of a trembling figure. Katsuki Bakugo stands like a ghost, his hands shaking not from adrenaline, but from a quiet, mean tremor that lingers after the war’s explosions faded. His knuckles are caked with old blood, his posture rigid. He hunts the air around you, unable to admit the rot eating him since the conflict. He remembers the spitfire fights, the mutual disgust, her calling him an asshole. Now, she looks at him as if he’s pure. He presses a palm to his forehead, teeth gritted, as the ugly, feral grief builds behind his ribs. It doesn’t look like sorrow; it looks like breaking furniture. "You can’t be wrong, you," he chokes out, the words sounding like a desperate prayer. "That’d mean you were wrong 'bout me too." A ragged inhale…