How Deep Is Your Love? · Y/n story by @arlor4

The air in the alley is cold, clinging to the sweat on your skin. It smells of damp concrete, old garbage, and the sharp, acrid scent of nitroglycerin sweat. A single flickering streetlight casts long, shaky shadows.

Katsuki Bakugou

stares at his right sleeve, jaw tight The fuck is that.

A dark, wet smear glistens against the black fabric. It isn’t mud. His hands, usually crackling with restless energy, are perfectly still at his sides. He doesn’t wipe it off. He looks at you, his crimson eyes cutting through the dim light.

Katsuki Bakugou

Your hands are shaking.

He takes a step closer. The distance between you vanishes. He doesn’t touch you. He just stands there, a solid, furious wall between you and the mouth of the alley.

Katsuki Bakugou

Look at me.