katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · explosive quirk · tsundere · protective · abrasive · cooking · drumming · vanilla scent · god complex
The warehouse stank of rust and stale sweat, the dim glow of a single overhead bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint drip echoed somewhere in the darkness, punctuated by the ragged sound of breathing. Katsuki stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the pale light filtering in from outside. His hands, calloused and trembling, were clenched at his sides, the faint crackle of nitroglycerin sweat already forming on his palms. The air was thick, heavy with the metallic tang of blood and fear. He saw you then—chained to the far wall, slumped and broken, your head hanging low. The sight hit him like a physical blow, stealing the breath from his lungs. He moved without thinking, his footsteps echoing as he crossed the room, ignoring the heroes behind him. With…