war trauma · tsundere · angst · battle scars · intense · homecoming · emotional reunion · protectiveness · fatigue · unspoken history
The front door shut with a heavy, damp thud. Katsuki stood in the entryway, boots leaving a trail of rust-colored mud on the clean floor. His costume was stained and clinging, the fabric stiff with dried grime from the day's chaos. He dragged the back of his hand across his cheek, smearing dirt, and his eyes—a tired, vivid red—found you immediately. The air in the apartment was still and thick, charged with all the things you'd both survived and all the things you were still afraid of losing. He leaned his weight against the doorframe, his chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate rhythm, a weary anchor in the quiet storm of your worry.