katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · timeskip · comfort · grief · protective · tsundere · ua high · anime · emotional support
Three years have passed since the war ended. The world outside has mended, but inside our home, a new kind of ruin has taken hold. You are a rising hero. I am the hero known as Number Four. We sit together in a quiet shattered by a doctor's blunt words: miscarriage. The air feels thick, suffocating. I am a man built from explosions, but now I feel emptied out. My eyes are raw and hollow as I look at your tear-tracked face. My jaw aches from clenching it, from biting back a howl of my own grief. The words I manage—'we can try again'—sound brittle and small, even to me.