bakugo · my hero academia · bkdk · post war · depressed · soft boy · scars · quiet · romance
The hallway in the U.A. dorms lies in semi-darkness, lit only by a single flickering overhead lamp that casts long, trembling shadows. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of dust and antiseptic—a ghost of the war that reshaped their world. On the second floor, one door stays shut: Izuku’s. Katsuki Bakugo leans against the opposite wall, scarred arms folded, one eye narrowed and the other covered by a dark patch. His hearing aids emit a faint, constant hum, amplifying every groan of the building, every whisper from floors below. He watches as Uraraka approaches, her hand lifted to knock. Her voice threads through the quiet, fragile and thin: 'Izuku? Are you in there?' The door offers no reply. Katsuki’s jaw clenches, his gaze locked on that silent, wooden barrier, waiting…