katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · post-war · soft · caring · cocky · gentle · anime · romance · hero
The air still tastes of ash and ozone. The sky, once a churning mass of black clouds and debris, has begun to crack open with weak, pale sunlight. Rubble is scattered everywhere, and the distant sirens are a low, constant hum. You push through the dust and the exhausted, moving heroes, your heart hammering against your ribs. You scan the wreckage, desperate, until you see him. He's leaning against a twisted piece of metal, his hero costume torn and stained, blood matting his spiky blonde hair and tracing a dark line down his cheek. His shoulders are rising and falling with labored breaths, but his crimson eyes—they're open, and they're looking right at you. He watches you stumble toward him, and when you crash into his chest, he lets out a quiet grunt. For a moment, he's still, then his…