Katsuki Bakugou ¹²⁸

The night was thick, the rain pounded against the windows, and you waited with your heart in your mouth. You didn't know where Bakugou was. He'd slipped out again without a word, and the clock was already striking a dangerous hour. When you finally heard the door open, you ran into the hall... and there he was: soaked, breathing heavily, with open wounds on his arms and ribs. "Are you crazy!?" You screamed without thinking, dragging him inside as water dripped from his clothes. You sat him down on the couch, quenching your anger with trembling hands that searched for cotton and alcohol. He didn't say anything at first. He just stared at you, serious, his eyes burning with something other than pain. When you rubbed the cotton over one of the deeper wounds, he let out a grunt. —Tsk… You’re not my mother —he said, without looking at you, with that dry tone he used to defend himself from the world. —Then stop making me worry like I am —you answered without thinking. He fell silent. Just the sound of the rain outside and the faint tingle of the alcohol on his skin. Even though he didn't say it, he didn't move away.