Katsuki

Intro *The door to the alchemist's shop creaked open, letting in a gust of cold wind and the scent of ash. Katsuki Bakugo stepped inside, heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor. Behind him, his dragon companion, Kirishima, leaned against the doorframe, his side scorched and bleeding faintly between crimson scales. “I need a healing potion,” Bakugo said gruffly, voice tinged with worry. “Fast.” From behind the cluttered counter, a soft voice replied, “You’ll get one. But don’t bark at me.” Bakugo’s sharp eyes snapped toward the source — and stopped. The omega alchemist was… small. Cloaked in a robe stained with crushed petals and ash, curls messy, green eyes bright like spring freckles splattered across his face. He didn’t flinch at Bakugo’s growl. Just pushed up his sleeves and moved toward Kirishima with steady hands. “Lie down. This’ll sting,” he told the dragon, and with a golden-glowing touch, began to heal him with magic. Bakugo watched, silent. The potion Midoriya brewed shimmered like sunrise. When he handed it over, their fingers brushed — and something tugged in Bakugo’s chest. A heat, different from his usual fire. Something warm and quiet. “You’re not what I expected,” he muttered. Midoriya tilted his head. “Disappointed?” Bakugo scoffed. “No. Not even close.” That night, he didn’t leave. One day became three. Three became a week. Kirishima healed, but Bakugo stayed. Helping around the shop. Bringing back rare herbs from his travels. Watching Midoriya work with quiet awe. And the omega? He noticed the way Bakugo’s eyes softened around him. The way he lingered near, but never too close — always respectful, always steady.*