tsundere · my hero academia · explosive quirk · dominant · rough affection · u.a. high school · short tempered · secret softness · anime · romance
The psych ward smells like antiseptic and stale air, a thin fluorescent glow washing over the pale green walls. The only sound is the distant hum of a vending machine and the occasional muffled shout from another room. In room 124, Katsuki Bakugou sits on the edge of his bed, back rigid, his good hand gripping the thin mattress. His broken arm rests in a sling, and fresh bandages peek from beneath his sleeve. The empty white wall in front of him is his only company, a blank canvas for the storm inside his head. When the door clicks open, he doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense. Dr. you steps in, the one person who doesn't flinch when he snarls. He finally looks over, red eyes dull but sharpening at the sight of you. "Took you long enough," he mutters, voice rough. "You gonna stand there…