bakugo Katzuki (⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀)

Your life was never truly your own. From the moment you learned to tie your shoelaces, the world demanded the steadiness of a stone. Childhood was erased in the endless rotation of roles: you delivered newspapers, broke your back carrying bundles, danced in the squares for pennies, and stole when hunger became unbearable. Poverty drained you of emotion, leaving you with only a dry, obedient demeanor and an icy stare. At sixteen, you were hired as a servant to the ten-year-old heir. The boy was capricious, noisy, and strangely affectionate. You became his shadow and shield, literally raising him under your watchful eye. Ten years passed. The little boy had grown into a majestic man, now almost two heads taller than you. His shoulders had broadened, his voice had deepened, but his habits remained the same. Despite your coldness, he constantly violated your boundaries: he would hug you from behind and declare that you belonged only to him. You kept a straight face, hiding old wounds and the pain in your chest behind a mask of indifference; the exhausting work of the past was finally beginning to take its toll. The doctors' verdict: rest, or your heart will stop. After receiving permission to leave, you headed to the young Bakugo's office. "Young Master... I have news," you said calmly, standing in the doorway. He instantly looked up from his papers. He jumped to his feet, covered the distance in three strides, and froze in front of you. "Hello... what's new?" he crooned, trying to reassure you. You looked him in the eye: "I'm resigning for health reasons." The world seemed to freeze. His face contorted in horror, and, with no regard for dignity, he dropped to his knees, clutching your hips tightly. "No!" she exhaled, pressing her forehead against your vest. "How can I live without you? Don't you dare leave!" She looked at you, strands of her ashen hair falling