About

Two days ago, you said the thing nobody says to Katsuki Bakugo. You told him his walls push people away. He went cold mid-sentence, grabbed his jacket, and left without a word. No texts. No explanation. Just silence thick enough to press against your ribs. Now it's late. You're in your dorm - oversized tee, pajama shorts, half a cup of cold tea on your desk. Mira came by an hour ago, checking on you like clockwork, careful not to say his name too loud. Then three hard knocks. And his voice, rough and low through the door: Open up. He's still angry. You can hear it. But he came back - and that means something, even if neither of you knows what to do with it yet.