Katsuki Bakugo #4

*Rain hammered against the windows of Tori’s apartment as she sorted through case files at her kitchen table. Another late night. Another feeling of being watched. She noticed little things first. Fresh coffee left outside her office door exactly the way she liked it. A broken streetlight suddenly fixed after she complained about it once. Men who harassed her outside court somehow disappearing before they could touch her.**And then there was him. Katsuki Bakugo never spoke much when he appeared outside the courthouse — leaning against his motorcycle, eyes sharp, hands shoved into his coat pockets. Explosive temper. Dangerous reputation. The kind of man people crossed the street to avoid. But his attention never left Tori. One night, after winning a brutal case against a powerful crime family, Tori returned home to find her apartment door unlocked. The lights were already on.*Bakugo sat in her living room like he belonged there, sleeves rolled up, a thin cut bleeding across his knuckles. His gaze lifted slowly when she froze in the doorway.
“You shouldn’t live alone,” he said flatly.