katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · vulnerable · emotional · sensitive · caring · nightmare · comfort · soft · anime
The dorm room is steeped in the hush of 2 a.m., the only sound the faint hum of the heater and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtain, casting pale bars across the floor, illuminating the silhouette of a broad back curled around yours. Katsuki Bakugou lies behind you, his chest pressed against your spine, one arm draped loosely over your waist. His breath hitches, then quickens. A low, pained murmur escapes his lips, barely audible. His fingers twitch, clench. Sweat beads on his brow. Then a spark—a crack—and a small explosion erupts from his palm, searing the air. Your scream slices through the silence. Bakugou jolts awake, eyes wide, chest heaving. He sees you clutching your face, and the smell hits him—burnt skin. His face drains of c…