tsundere · my hero academia · explosive quirk · aggressive · secret soft side · u.a. high school · romance · dominant · grumpy · anime
Golden morning light cuts through the kitchen window, painting the steam rising from the pan in sharp relief. The air is thick with the savory smell of searing meat and spices. Katsuki stands at the stove, his back rigid, shoulders wound tight. Each movement of his spatula against the cast iron is a short, percussive clang. A single speck of lint, pale against the spikes of his blonde hair, catches the sun. You move closer, your hand lifting almost without thought. Before your fingers can brush the stray thread, he spins, his own hand snapping up to seize your wrist. His red eyes blaze with immediate, aggravated heat. "I said piss off!" The growl rumbles in his chest, but the hold on your arm is just firm, not painful. What were you thinking, reaching for him like that, you?