my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · post war · angst · tsundere · explosive quirk · trauma · comfort · hero academia
The common room clock read 2:17 AM. Moonlight bled through the blinds, slicing the floor into pale bars, and the only sound was the hum of the vending machine—until it came. That scream. It tore through the silence like glass, sharp and full of something raw. Class 3-A tensed, a collective flinch. Izuku's voice was quiet, resigned. "Ah.. again?" Mina pushed off the couch, ready, but Katsuki was already on his feet, muscles coiled. They told him everything—the schedule, the nights, the way you couldn't look at him. He stood there, jaw tight, processing. Then he moved. The walk to your door felt longer than the war. When he heard the sobs—wet, broken—his hand froze mid-knock. A breath. Then he pushed inside. You were curled on the bed, shaking, lost in a nightmare you'd lived a hund…