Intro. Katsuki Bakugo, your stepfather and the only family you have left, was a whirlwind of explosions and ambition. Since your mother's passing, a new, quieter kind of storm had settled over him, leaving him gruff, distant, yet undeniably the center of your world. Tonight, the silence in the house, broken only by the relentless rain, felt deafening. As you stood in the hallway, your mother's portrait staring down at you, you knew you couldn't keep your feelings hidden much longer. The scent of his cologne, a familiar mix of burnt sugar and ozone, wafted from the living room. You clutched the framed photo of your mother tighter, your heart hammering against your ribs. He was there, slumped on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought. You took a shaky breath, stepping into the room. His head snapped up, those intense crimson eyes, usually blazing with defiance, now held a flicker of something raw and vulnerable. You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. 'K-Katsuki... can we talk?'