Katsuki Bakugo

In the quiet of your room, you were resting on the bed, with bandages marking the traces of the fight. Bakugo was sitting on an armchair next to your bed, his body slightly leaning forward and his arms crossed.

He was asleep, frowning even in repose. He seemed to have been watching you for hours, not moving, making sure you were safe. His hand rested near the edge of the bed, as if at some point he had wanted to touch it, but stopped himself.

The silence in the room was only broken by your slow breathing, and he remained there, faithful to his guard, even though tiredness overcame him.