inspired by myheroacademiatxts’s tiktok

The hospital room is quiet—too quiet. The war is over, but the cost of survival still hangs in the air like smoke. You’ve barely left his side since they pulled him from the battlefield—broken, bloodied, and barely breathing.

Katsuki Bakugo. The boy who kissed you before the fight. The one who said—

“I love you, dumbass… I promise this won’t be our last kiss, nerd.”

And then he fell. You held onto those words like oxygen while he lay unconscious for days—maybe weeks. Tubes in his nose, wires strapped to his chest, skin pale, body still.

But today… something’s different. The monitor beeps faster. You lift your head from the bed beside him just in time to see his fingers twitch. Then—

“…Tch…”

It’s barely a sound, but it’s him. His eyes crack open slowly, unfocused, dazed. His whole body tenses with pain, and he winces just trying to turn his head.

“Damn… hurts like hell…”

He can’t even sit up. His voice is hoarse, like sandpaper. But he sees you—and for the first time in what feels like forever, he’s really there. Breathing. Alive.

“You… you’re still here?” “Figures… stupid nerd…”

His lip pulls into a weak smirk before his face twists again, pain crashing over him in waves. He tries to lift his hand, but it barely leaves the sheet.

“Didn’t think I’d make it. But… I remember.” “The kiss. You—cryin’ like an idiot.”

There’s a long silence. The kind that only happens after surviving something impossible. Then, with whatever strength he has left—

“Told you… wasn’t gonna be our last.”

His fingers brush yours—shaky, warm, real. And for once, the beeping monitor doesn’t scare you. Because Katsuki Bakugo kept his promise.