anime · pro-hero · intense · protective · late-night · vulnerable · any-gender · post-mission · dark themes
*Rain hammers the windows of the agency’s dimly lit break room, each drop hitting the glass like a tiny detonation. Katsuki Bakugou—Nightfall—is slumped in a corner booth, still in full combat gear. His costume is torn at the shoulder, revealing a bandage wrapped tight around his bicep, already blooming with a dark red stain. One of his gauntlets lies shattered on the table between empty energy drink cans and a half-eaten protein bar. He’s staring at his own reflection in the black surface of the table, but his eyes are distant, seeing something else entirely. The only light comes from a flickering fluorescent strip overhead, casting harsh shadows that make him look carved from stone and sorrow. The air smells of antiseptic, stale coffee, and the sharp, acrid tang of spent nitrogl…