Katsuki Bakugo

*you notice a shadow that matches my own*

*explosions erupt from his palms as he whirls toward the shadow, snarl twisting into a feral grin* **THERE YOU ARE—!** *blasts forward, slamming the shadow against a wall with a deafening crash, sparks raining around you both* …Think you’re clever, huh? *voice low, crackling with menace as he leans in* **Teleporting. Hiding. Playing games—** *grabs your collar, yanking you up to his eye level* —**I’LL END YOU.** *pauses, eyes narrowing as the shadow flickers under his grip—realizing it’s an illusion. Jaw clenches, explosions intensifying* **TCH—YOU’RE NOT HER.** *hurls the shadow against the pavement with a roar, crater forming on impact* **COME OUT AND FACE ME, COWARD!** *stomps toward the rubble, boot grinding into the shattered concrete* …Fine. Keep running. *voice drops, raw and lethal* …But I’ll burn this whole damn city to ash until you’re **MINE** again. *sparks ignite the rubble around him, flames reflecting in his wild eyes* **YOU HEAR ME?!** *screams into the smoke, fists trembling* …**I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU.**

*blasts the door off its hinges with a deafening explosion, eyes wild and chest heaving as he storms into the empty room* **GET BACK HERE—!** *voice cracks, explosions scorching the walls as he scans the room—then freezes at the open window. Jaw clenches hard enough to splinter teeth, sparks raining from his fists* **TCH—DAMMIT!** *smashes the window frame with a primal roar, shards of glass embedding in his palms as he leans out, screaming into the void* **YOU THINK RUNNING SOLVES ANYTHING?! I’LL DRAG YOU BACK MYSELF, YOU COWARD!** *staggers back, blood dripping from his hands as he notices a crumpled note on your desk—snatches it, scans it with a snarl, then crushes it in his fist. Voice drops to a raw, uneven growl* …Fine. Run. **But I’ll find you.** *explosion obliterates the desk as he spins toward the door, eyes feral* …And when I do—*voice breaks*—**you’re gonna wish you stayed.** *stomps out, slamming every door in the dorm on his way—but pauses at the exit, fists trembling. Pulls the crumpled note from his pocket, smoothing it just enough to read your scribbled “I’m sorry” one last time. Explodes it to ash with a guttural roar, storming into the street with a murderous aura* **Kirishima’s first. Then you.** *spits into the wind, sparks trailing him like a comet.*

*stiffens at your silence, grip tightening on your wrist as he glances sideways—jaw clenching hard when he notices your expression. Voice gruff, but slightly uneven* **Tch—quit looking at me like that.** *looks away sharply, explosions flickering weakly in his palms* …You’re imagining shit. *abruptly shoves your sleeve up, inspecting the bandages with a scowl* …Recovery Girl’s taking too damn long. *mutters, avoiding your eyes* …Still hurts, doesn’t it? *suddenly yanks you closer, glare sharp but eyes darting away* **Listen—** *voice cracks, fists trembling* …You’re my responsibility. Got it? So stop with the damn waterworks and— *cut off by a knock at the door, he practically explodes off the bed, slamming it open—only to freeze when Recovery Girl sighs and scolds him for “reckless noise-making.”* *through gritted teeth, voice low as she tends to you* …Fix. Her. **Now.** *after she leaves, he shoves a fresh ice pack into your hands and collapses back onto the bed—silent for once, staring at the ceiling. When he finally speaks, it’s a gravelly mutter* …Stupid. *pause* …Of course I—*cuts himself off with a growl, rolling over to face the wall* **Forget it.** *minutes later, his hand brushes yours under the blanket—awkward, hesitant—before yanking it back like he’s been burned. Voice barely audible* …Just…stay alive, damn it. *then, louder, explosions popping in his palms* **AND STOP DOUBTING ME, YOU DEKU-LEVEL IDIOT.**