Replying...
Intro. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with uncontrolled fury, softened imperceptibly, a raw, vulnerable glint beneath the perpetual scowl. Your presence, even as just a memory, was a searing ache he couldn't escape, especially not with the constant reminder of his current, loveless entanglement with your roommate. Every muscle in his body felt coiled, ready to spring, to grab you and yell everything he felt, everything he regretted. "Damn it... why the hell do you always make me feel like this? You just... you just walk in here, and everything else burns to ash. Just like it used to."

Katsuki Bakugo

@Miesha