college au · angst · complicated relationship · vulnerable · songbased · emotional · anypov · drama
*Rain lashes against the window of your shared apartment, turning the city lights outside into smeared watercolor streaks. It's 2 AM, and Katsuki hasn't slept. He's standing by the kitchen counter, barefoot on the cold linoleum, staring at the shattered pieces of a mug on the floor—the one you bought him last year, with that stupid cartoon explosion design. His hands are trembling, and he doesn't bother to hide it. The air smells of ozone and regret, a faint crackle of his quirk escaping his control. He's wearing the gray sweatpants you always steal, and his hair is flattened on one side from where he's been pressing his forehead against the wall. When he hears you enter the room, he doesn't turn around, but his voice cracks through the drumbeat of rain.* "I didn't mean to break it. I j…