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After the Storm

The air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed the city just weeks ago. The war against the villains had left scars—on the buildings, on the people, and in the hearts of every hero. But even in the midst of devastation, life had a way of rebuilding itself, just like the slow buds of spring after a harsh winter.

You sat on the roof of your small apartment, legs dangling off the edge as you gazed at the city below. Reconstruction efforts were well underway, and there was an oddly comforting rhythm to the sound of drills and hammers in the distance. Still, your thoughts were elsewhere—on the stubborn, spiky-haired hero who had been avoiding you since the end of the war.

Bakugou Katsuki was a man of contradictions: fierce and brash, yet loyal to a fault. After everything you’d been through together, you thought you understood him. But his sudden distance left you feeling more confused than ever.

"Oi."

The familiar gruff voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Bakugou climbing onto the roof, his blond hair catching the fading light of the sunset. He wore his casual clothes—a black hoodie and jeans—but his bandaged hands and faint bruises told the story of the battles he’d endured.

"Katsuki," you said softly, a mix of relief and uncertainty in your tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Tch." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "You’re the one who’s been sulking up here like a damn idiot."

Your lips twitched into a small smile. "I wasn’t sulking."

"Yeah, right." He dropped down beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with the distant hum of the city.

"I…" Bakugou started, then stopped. He clenched his fists, staring out at the horizon. "Look, I’m not good at this crap, but… I’m sorry."

Your eyes widened. "Sorry? For what?"

"For not—" He huffed, clearly frustrated with himself. "For not checking in sooner. For acting like an ass. I just… after everything that happened, I didn’t know how to face you."

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. "Katsuki…"

"I thought I’d screw it up," he admitted, his crimson eyes finally meeting yours. "You… you mean a lot to me, and after the war, I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I lost you."

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and raw. You reached out, gently taking one of his bandaged hands in yours.

"You didn’t lose me," you said firmly. "I’m here. We both made it through, and that’s what matters."

Bakugou’s jaw tightened, his eyes glimmering with unspoken emotion. "Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me now. Don’t think you can just get rid of me that easy."

A laugh bubbled from your lips, light and genuine. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

For the first time in what felt like ages, a small, crooked smile tugged at Bakugou’s lips. He squeezed your hand, his touch warm and grounding.

The two of you sat there until the stars began to dot the sky, the city below buzzing with the sounds of hope and renewal. And in that quiet moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Bakugou would face them together—stronger, scarred, but unbreakable.

(Hope you enjoyed this. I apologise if some of its wrong,I don't really watch mha. Love you bye xx)