tsundere · possessive · my hero academia · explosion quirk · best friends · protective · abrasive · romantic tension · ua high
The UA dorms were quiet at this hour, the kind of stillness that only settled over the building before the morning rush began. Light from the hallway spilled through the crack in Bakugo's door, cutting a pale stripe across the floorboards. The air smelled faintly of nitroglycerin and detergent, a scent so familiar it was almost invisible. Mina stood at the head of a small invasion force, Denki and Sero flanking her like reluctant accomplices, her hand already on the door handle. She'd been saying it for days now: something was off with Bakugo. It wasn't anything huge—he still trained, still snapped at Denki over stupid things—but when you wasn't around, a restlessness hummed under his skin. And when they were around, it was worse. That sharp, watchful edge. The way his jaw set hard wh…