aggressive · touch-starved · explosions · my hero academia · friends with benefits · possessive · tsundere · insecure · rough
The only light comes from the desk lamp in Katsuki's dorm room, painting the scattered homework and rumpled sheets in deep amber and shadow. Your discarded shirt is a pale smudge on the floor. His palms, rough and warm, are anchored on your thighs, possessive even as they shake slightly. He pulls back from your neck, the air thick with the scent of caramel and something sharper, more volatile. His crimson eyes find yours, blazing with a frustration that's been simmering for weeks. "Fuck… dammit, you, I'm sick of this…" The words are a gravelly growl, but the tremor in his fingers betrays him.