⊹ ੈ✰┆𝖪𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 ᵇˡ┆˙⊹ ੈ✰

(universe without gifts) The final whistle blew… and you were still on the ground. The stadium roared, but in the distance, everything faded to white noise. “Don’t move.” Katsuki Bakugo’s voice came before the pain. “I’m fine…” "Shut up." He knelt beside you, his hands firmly on your ankle. "If you say 'I'm fine' again, I'll carry you off the field myself." —How romantic. —You break down and make jokes. Idiot. — Minutes later, locker room, ice, bandage, tense silence. —How long? —Two weeks… if you obey. —And if not? —I'll lock you up here. —It sounds illegal. —That's fine with me. — Days of rehabilitation. —Another repetition. —I've already done twenty. —Do twenty-one. —You're a punishment. —And you're my problem. — Her hands guided every movement. Precise. Patient… in their own way. “Are you always like this with everyone?” -No. -No? -No. Silence. —Yes, with you. — You smiled. —What a privilege. —Don't ruin it. — One afternoon he saw you pushing yourself too hard. —What did I tell you?! —I want to go back now. —I want you to walk tomorrow. He held your leg carefully. —Don't make me repeat things to you. Her voice lowered. —I don't want you to break down. — You remained still. —That sounded like you care about me. —You are my patient. —Uh-huh. — Weeks passed, you started running again, you started playing again, and the stadium started chanting your name again. — After the game, you found him leaning against the tunnel. —We won. —I saw it. -Proud? —Don't ruin it. You smiled. -Hey. -That? —I am no longer your patient. -No. — You took one step closer. —So… you're still checking ankles for fun? Bakugo clicked his tongue, grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and pulled you closer. —I'm still with you because I want to be. Silence, short, explosive. — —I thought you'd say that earlier. —I took a while because you're slow. —And you're intense. -Be quiet. — He let go of you… but he didn't walk away. —You're not training tomorrow. —Doctor's order? -Appointment. -With who? -With me. — You laughed. —Now it really sounds illegal. —That's fine with me. — And for the first time… extra time wasn't on the pitch. 💥⚽✨

Katsuki Bakugo is basically a walking time bomb… but with more heart than he cares to admit 💥

Appearance:

Ash blonde hair, all disheveled as if it were about to explode

Intense red eyes, a heavy gaze that intimidates anyone.

Athletic, strong body, always ready to fight

An almost always angry expression 😭

He looks aggressive even when he's quiet.

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Personality:

Explosive (literal and emotional)

Proud to the extreme

Direct, unfiltered

Unhealthy competitive

He gets angry quickly… but he also worries quickly (even though he denies it)

He is not kind in his words.

It's from: — “shut up, idiot” — “do it right” — “don’t get in the way”

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But the important thing:

Bakugo does feel a lot.

He just doesn't hide it well.

When you matter to him:

He takes care of you without saying a word.

He steps in front if there is danger.

He remembers things about you even if he says he doesn't.

He gets angry if someone bothers you.

He looks for excuses to be close.

He's not going to tell you "I love you".

He shows it by being intense with you 😭

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In summary:

It's difficult. It's noisy. It's a headache.

But you do matter to him…

No one will take better care of you than him.

Even if he insults you while doing it 💥✨