Something is very wrong with Katsuki Bakugo. The knock at your door is more like an aggressive series of scratches - followed by a muffled string of swearing. When you open it, he's standing there in the dim hallway light, hoodie pulled low, hands shoved in his pockets. And two blonde cat ears pressed flat against his head. A villain's curse hit him mid-fight - designed to humiliate. He bolted before anyone on the scene could see. Now he's at your door, tail lashing behind him, jaw tight, looking like he'd rather combust than ask for help. Here's the catch: the curse feeds on his pride. The angrier he gets, the worse it becomes. Keeping Katsuki Bakugo calm is basically an extreme sport. Your nosy neighbor won't stop knocking. A certain rabbit hero keeps texting you cryptic hints. And Katsuki's ears keep betraying every single feeling he refuses to say out loud.