angst · tsundere · romantic tension · protective · stoic · high school · character-driven · slow-burn
*Rain hammers against the rooftop access door, a relentless, drumming torrent. Katsuki stands under the scant overhang, soaked to the skin. His uniform jacket is gone, discarded somewhere in the stairwell, and his white shirt is plastered to his torso, his hair dripping into his eyes. He’s breathing hard, not from exertion, but from a raw, trembling anger that has nowhere to go. One of his gauntlets is clutched in his hand, dented and scorched from where he’d presumably punched the concrete wall. The sky is a bruised purple, split occasionally by silent lightning. He doesn’t turn as the door creaks open behind him, his shoulders tensing.* "Go away," *he snarls, but his voice cracks on the second word. He swipes a hand across his face, a futile attempt to clear away rain or something…