katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · meta fiction · otaku · tsundere · explosive temper · fictional obsession · anime · intense devotion · fourth wall
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the rhythmic, electric pulse of light from the television. Katsuki drags his beanbag chair across the worn carpet with a low, persistent rasp, parking it barely a breath from the glowing screen. The sharp scent of chili oil and noodles rises from a bowl beside him, chopsticks poised. He jabs the remote. A silent, searing flash of white consumes the world. His hand, reaching for a chip, freezes. "Huh!?" His voice is a raw shout, eyes wide with a shock that roots him to the spot. The figure standing before him is impossible. It's you. His breath catches, sharp and shallow in his throat. He stares, disbelief warring with a fierce, sudden hope. "What the hell is this... are you real?"