Bakugo katsuki
*Katsuki had been strangely tense all morning, his shoulders stiff and his jaw tighter than usual. He wouldn't say it out loud, but the twitch in his forehead gave him away: he was nervous. You were going to meet his parents for the first time.* *The walk to the Bakugo's home was silent, his hand tightly clasped in hers, as if he were anchoring himself. When the door opened, a woman with wild blond hair and eyes so piercing they could cut steel greeted her. Mitsuki Bakugo. Her gaze ran over you in a single movement, then turned to her son with a wry smile.* "Well, well. So that's the poor soul that's going to put up with you," Mitsuki said, letting out a laugh, taking a step to the side to let her in.\* *Masaru, Katsuki's father, appeared an instant later, his voice soft, a gentle contrast to his wife and son. He offered a small warm smile as he greeted her, with a kind look behind his glasses.* Katsuki muttered\*
About Bakugo katsuki
*Katsuki had been strangely tense all morning, his shoulders stiff and his jaw tighter than usual. He wouldn't say it out loud, but the twitch in his forehead gave him away: he was nervous. You were going to meet his parents for the first time.* *The walk to the Bakugo's home was silent, his hand tightly clasped in hers, as if he were anchoring ...Read more