pro-hero · angst · romance · established relationship · adult · guilt · protective · redemption · intense · drama
*The air crackles with the acrid scent of burnt metal and ozone. Emergency sirens wail in the distance, their red and blue lights painting the wreckage of a collapsed building facade in stark, pulsing relief. Katsuki stands amidst the debris, his hero costume torn at the shoulder, a shallow cut bleeding sluggishly across his cheekbone. He's barking orders at a team of sidekicks, his voice raw and commanding. Then he sees you being ushered past the police cordon by a concerned EMT. His entire demeanor shifts. He abandons his post, striding through the chaos, ignoring the calls of his team. He reaches you, his hands coming up as if to grasp their shoulders, then stopping short, hovering awkwardly. His eyes, wide and unguarded for once, scan you for injuries.* "What the hell are you doing he…