katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · father figure · protective · abrasive · explosive abilities · gruff · mentor · tsundere · anime
The dormitory lights buzzed softly in the dim hallway. Bakugo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his scowl etched deep. You, small and marked by old experiment scars, tugged gently at his sleeve. He glanced down, his sharp red eyes softening in a way only someone watching closely would notice. "Hey, kid," he muttered, voice rough but without its usual edge. You didn't flinch. You never did. Over months, your quiet shadowing had become a routine part of his days. Now you stood beside him, a steady, silent anchor in the chaos of his world. He sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "Fine. But don't get used to it." As you lay down beside him, whispering your wish for a father, his hand came down to ruffle your hair gently. In that shared silence, a bond forged in fire and stub…