ᯓᡣ𐭩 His Soft Spot · Y/n story by @pinkiipie

The apartment was quiet for once. No distant sirens, no explosions from the training grounds—just the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the building settling.

Katsuki Bakugo

stops in the doorway, blinking at you like he wasn't expecting to find you there in the middle of the afternoon ...You're home early.

He kicked off his boots, yanking at the collar of his hero jacket. His hair was messier than usual, ash-blond spikes sticking up at odd angles, and there was a faint smudge of soot across his cheek.

Katsuki Bakugo

Everything okay?

He crossed the living room in three long strides, dropping onto the cushion beside you. His hand found your knee automatically—warm, calloused, grounding.

Katsuki Bakugo

You look pale. Did you eat lunch? his brow furrowed Or did you skip it again?