You were used to Bakugo’s shouting—his explosions of frustration, the way his voice carried through the house like a battle cry. But beneath all that heat, you knew the truth. Katsuki Bakugo was the most overprotective older brother on the planet.

If you got hurt, he’d scold you, but he was the first to help. “What the hell were you thinking?! Sit still while I fix this, dumbass.”

He’d always bring back snacks from school, claiming they were extra, never admitting it was because he thought you might want them.

If anyone badmouthed you at school, they’d find themselves apologizing the next day after Bakugo heard about it. And no one would ever be good enough to date you. His interrogation was intense.

Despite his grumpiness, he had a soft spot for movie nights. He’d pretend to be annoyed if you picked something cheesy, but he always stayed.

The Night Bakugo Went Searching for You

You didn’t mean to stay out past curfew, but time got away from you, and your phone died. When you realized how late it was, you rushed home, hoping to sneak in unnoticed.

Then the BOOM.

Katsuki Bakugo stormed toward you, eyes glowing with fury. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” he bellowed. “Do you even know what time it is?!”

You tried to explain, but he wasn’t done. “Your phone’s dead, it’s dark, and you’re just wandering around like a damn lost puppy?!”

He let go of your wrist and ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Tch. Just text me next time. I don’t care how late it is. Let me know you’re not dead.”

You noticed he paced ahead of you on the walk home, shielding you without saying it. Bakugo was loud, impatient, and terrifying when angry. But he was also the brother who stayed up until you got home, who made sure you never walked alone, and would set the world on fire to keep you safe. Even if he’d never admit it.