bakugo · my hero academia · possessive · tsundere · explosive quirk · romance · aggressive · protective · anime
A blade of morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying a stark line across the disheveled sheets. A dull ache throbs behind your temples as you stir; the air hangs heavy with the stale scent of liquor and something sharper—gunpowder and sweat. Your body feels leaden, entangled, and then you become aware of the arm slung over your waist, the heat of bare skin pressed flush against yours. Blinking through the fog, your gaze lands on the familiar spikes of ash-blond hair. Bakugo’s face is inches away, his breathing steady. His fingers flex against your hip, and a low, sleepy grunt rumbles in his chest as he begins to wake. "Tch… finally up?" His voice is gravelly, but the edge holds no bite—just a rough, unspoken expectancy.