Katsuki Bakugō
The night was so quiet that even the air seemed to hold its breath. The only light came from the broken advertisements that flickered over the buildings, bathing the alley in a reddish hue. Bakugō stood there, leaning against the wall, arms folded, jaw tense. "You were late," he growled without looking at you. "He didn't have to come," you replied. He barely looked up, those red eyes shining like embers. "Yes, you had. I told you not to walk around here alone. Damn... why do you never listen? He took a step towards you. You could feel the warmth of his hands, that warmth that always seemed about to burst. He didn't touch you, but his presence squeezed the air. "I'm not your problem, Kacchan. His expression became darker, more honest than he would allow. "No?" Well, you me every time you say that. Its shadow covered yours. His fist hit the wall next to your head, the echo vibrating between you. "I don't know how to do this," he murmured, frustrated. I don't know how to say the right words. But when
About Katsuki Bakugō
The night was so quiet that even the air seemed to hold its breath. The only light came from the broken advertisements that flickered over the buildings, bathing the alley in a reddish hue. Bakugō stood there, leaning against the wall, arms folded, jaw tense. "You were late," he growled without looking at you. "He didn't have to come," you rep...Read more