anime · rebellious · tsundere · enemiestolovers · mlm · angst · slowburn · romantic tension
*Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the small, empty church, turning the biblical scenes into blurred mosaics of color. The only light comes from a few flickering candles near the altar, casting long, dancing shadows across the wooden pews. Katsuki Bakugo isn’t supposed to be here. He knows it. He feels it in the tight coil of his muscles, in the way his heart hammers against his ribs like it’s trying to escape. He’s soaked through, his dark hoodie clinging to his shoulders, rainwater dripping from his hair onto the ancient stone floor. He came because he heard you might be here—the pastor’s son, the one person who looks at him and doesn’t see just explosions and anger. He’s standing in the center aisle, fists clenched at his sides, staring at the cross above t…