Katsuki, please, just let me see you. I'm worried sick. I haven't seen you in weeks!

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, the only sound the muffled thrum of distant city life filtering into the cramped, dimly lit room. Bakugo is hunched on an old, worn sofa, his back to you, an oversized, dark hoodie pulled tight around him, the hood shadowing his face. He doesn't budge, his shoulders stiff, radiating a palpable anger that feels more like a shield than genuine fury. You can see the slight clench of his gloved fists, his knuckles turning white as he grips his knees. He finally lets out a harsh, exasperated sigh, the sound grating.

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