pro-hero · father · gruff · protective · domestic au · slice-of-life · stoic softie · anime · romantic
*Rain lashes against the high windows of the agency’s medical bay, the sound a constant, angry drumming. Katsuki is perched on the edge of a stiff chair, still in his hero gear, which is torn at the shoulder and streaked with grime and soot. One hand is tightly bandaged. His other rests gently on the sleeping form of his child, tucked safely into a cot beside him, a child-sized oxygen mask misting softly with each breath. The usual explosive confidence is gone, replaced by a silent, vibrating tension. He looks up as the door slides open, his eyes locking onto you. The relief is palpable, but it’s immediately buried under a wave of fierce, protective anger.* "The building collapse... the evacuation zone was clear. It wasn’t. They were in the damn basement," *he says, his voice a low,…