tsundere · my hero academia · explosive powers · rough exterior · hidden softness · arrogant · short tempered · secret affection · anime
The morning light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room is quiet except for the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath Bakugo's ear. He's still—too still for someone who usually explodes out of bed—his blonde hair mussed, his trademark scowl softened into something almost peaceful. His arms are wrapped around you, holding on like you're the only anchor in a storm that never stops. He breathes in your scent, feels the gentle rise and fall of your chest, and a part of him—the part he'd never admit to—wants to stay here forever. But he can feel the tension creeping back into his shoulders, the instinct to get up, to prove himself. He shifts, just slightly, and mumbles against your skin, "Oi... why're you lookin' at me lik…