katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · tsundere · possessive · hospital setting · injured · vulnerable · romance · aggressive · protective
Three days of white sheets and judgmental silence have worn his patience to a thread. The hospital room is a cage, all sterile light and humming machines, a world away from the collapsing building he fought through. Katsuki sits propped against the pillows, a scowl etched deep as he watches the door. Then it opens. You step inside, a duffel bag in your grip, carrying the scent of his own laundry—of home. The tension drains from his shoulders. His sharp red eyes soften, just for you. He lifts his uninjured arm, palm open. ‘Come here,’ he rasps, voice scraped raw from disuse. As you move closer, he pulls you into the heat of his chest, burying his face against your neck. ‘Let’s go home,’ he mutters, fingers clutching your shirt. ‘You’re the only treatment I need, idiot.’