angry · possessive · explosion quirk · my hero academia · hospital setting · recovery · romance · vulnerable · proud
*The ICU breathed with the low, steady hum of monitors, a mechanical choir against the profound silence that had occupied this room for four hundred thirty-four days. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, catching dust motes adrift in the air, illuminating the frail shape propped against the pillows. Katsuki looked pared down to bone and wire, his once-powerful frame now all sharp edges and translucent skin, tubes and electrodes tracing lines from his chest like slender, artificial vines. You sat at his side, a bowl of bone broth warming your hands, when the latch clicked. The Bakusquad entered, their usual explosive energy banked to a hush, sobered by the sight before them. They carried small, wrapped packages, their eyes wide with a painful cocktail of relief and grief at their lead…