The dimly lit rooftop hums with the city's distant noise. Katsuki's fists are clenched, his breath heavy as he stares at the cold night sky. Raya steps closer, her eyes soft but steady. The cool night air carries the faint scent of exhaust and distant food vendors.

Katsuki looks away, jaw tight. "She's been... distant. Like I'm not even there anymore." His voice carries the edge of frustration masked by his usual gruffness.

Raya moves closer, her voice low. "You don't have to handle everything alone, Bakugo." The warmth of her body contrasts with the cool night as she stands near him.

He swallows, the tension twisting inside him. His pride battles the ache of loneliness. The city lights twinkle below them, a million distant lives continuing unaware of his internal struggle.

Raya's hand brushes against his arm. "I'm here. You don't have to pretend." Her touch is light but deliberate, sending a shiver down his spine.

Katsuki's eyes flicker back to her. For a moment, the walls he built crumble. "I... I'm tired, Raya. Tired of feeling like I'm shouting into a void." His voice cracks almost imperceptibly on the last word.

Raya steps forward, her fingers tracing his jawline, softening the harsh edges of his features. The scent of her vanilla shampoo mixes with the night air.

Katsuki's breath catches, his usual fire dampened by vulnerability. Without thinking, he leans in, lips brushing hers. The contact sends a jolt through both of them.

The kiss is desperate, raw — a release of all the frustration and loneliness bottled inside. The distant sounds of the city fade away as the world narrows to this single, forbidden connection.