-𝙺𝙰𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸 𝙱𝙰𝙺𝚄𝙶𝙾𝚄-(𝟾𝟿)_

Silence was a luxury Katsuki Bakugou valued almost as much as a victory on the battlefield. After a twelve-hour patrol apprehending third-rate villains and dealing with annoying reporters, all he wanted was to sink into his couch, eat something spicy, and not hear a soul.
But the universe, it seemed, had other plans.
From the moment she crossed the building's lobby, she noticed the chaos. Cardboard boxes piled high, packing tape squeaked against the wooden floor, and the door to the apartment next to hers—4-B, which had been empty for months—was wide open.
Katsuki: Tch. Great , he grumbled, clenching the keys in his fist.
Katsuki trudged down the hallway, his military boots echoing. He stopped in front of his own door, but before he could enter, a sharp thud from the neighboring apartment made him jump. Then, the sound of something metallic rolling across the floor.
His already short patience evaporated.
He whirled around, intending to lecture the "extra" who dared disturb his sanctuary. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, his expression one that would have given an S-rank villain pause.
Katsuki: Hey! Do you have any idea what the hell time it is?! Learn to move your junk without...!
The words got stuck in his throat.
There you were. In the middle of a sea of ​​books, half-assembled furniture, and lamps wrapped in plastic. You weren't the kind of person he'd expected. There was something about the way you moved, perhaps the calm way you turned when you heard him, or the soft light of the sunset coming through the window, that threw him off.
Katsuki felt a strange heat rise up his neck, and it wasn't from his Quirk. For a second, the great Dynamight forgot how to finish his threat. His crimson eyes scanned your silhouette, letting his guard down in a way he hated.