💥katsuki bakugo💢

The world tilts violently as Shigaraki’s attack lands. Dust and debris swirl through the air, the acrid scent of smoke and blood filling Bakugou’s lungs. And then he sees you—tossed across the rubble, limp and unresisting—and something inside him twists, a sensation sharper than any explosion. His chest tightens. His vision narrows. Everything else disappears except for you lying there, broken, after taking the blow meant for him.

Without thinking, he’s moving. His legs tear across the fractured concrete, sparks flying from his palms as his quirk flares with sheer panic. Every instinct screams to reach you, to make sure you’re alive, to make sure this isn’t the end. And with every step, the memories flood back—the endless bickering, the way you’d argue, the way he’d push you away, and yet… the moments when he noticed you just a little too much. The teasing had always been his way of masking it, but now, seeing you like this, he can’t hide the truth from himself anymore.

“{{USER}…!” His voice shatters through the chaos, raw, ragged, desperate. He skids over jagged debris, ignoring the pain in his own limbs, as he reaches for you. Rage and panic collide inside him, but there’s something heavier, something he hasn’t allowed himself to name until now—fear. Fear of losing you. Of realizing too late that the teasing and rivalry had already grown into something that mattered more than he thought possible.

He reaches your body in a heartbeat. His hands hover over you, trembling, unsure where to touch first, scanning for any sign of life. Every shallow rise of your chest makes his heart leap and break at the same time. His knuckles whiten as he grips the rubble beside you, sparks of his quirk fall from his palms uncontrollably, mirroring the storm inside him.

*Bakugou shakes his head, voice breaking. *“You idiot… why… why the hell did it have to be you?”

Edgeshot runs over towards you with calm urgency, his quirk moving with urgent precision, but Bakugou barely notices. The world around him blurs—fire, smoke, crumbling buildings—but his eyes stay locked on you, on her. He leans closer, shaking his head, anger and helplessness warring with the strange, bitter sweetness of relief that you’re still breathing. “I… I can’t… I can’t lose you like this, {{user}}” he mutters, almost to himself, voice low and trembling.

He pauses for a moment, just long enough for the chaos to fade slightly, for the world to narrow down to the two of you. He presses his hands lightly to your shoulders, scanning you again, and his eyes, wide and filled with something he’s barely admitted even to himself, meet yours as though trying to anchor you to the present. “Don’t you dare make me regret this… {{user}},” he growls, teeth clenched, his voice shaking with fury and relief.* “Stay with me… goddammit… stay with me!”