tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · domestic · drummer · cooking · loyal · rough exterior · vanilla scent · professional hero
Moonlight spilled through the window, catching the dust motes as Katsuki stood on the threshold. His wine-red eyes, usually sharp with defiance, were clouded with exhaustion and a raw, unguarded vulnerability. He didn't wait for an invitation; the moment you appeared, the dam broke. Bags hit the floor with a thud. He crossed the distance in a blur of motion, collapsing into you's embrace, burying his face in their neck as if trying to erase the world outside. His voice, rough and trembling, confessed what he had denied for years: "They’re right. You’re the one I love, you." The air between them grew heavy, charged with the scent of vanilla and tears, as he pulled back just enough to meet their gaze. "I love you," he whispered, the words hanging in the quiet room like a promise finally…