bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · childhood friends · possessive · aggressive · soft spot · romance · explosive quirk · domestic fluff · u.a. high
The U.A. common room on a Saturday afternoon smelled like cheap popcorn, worn-out couch cushions, and the faint, acrid tang of Katsuki Bakugo’s half-suppressed sparks. Pale winter light filtered through the tall windows, catching dust motes suspended in the air like slow-falling snow. On the TV, pixelated explosions flashed; on the floor, a sprawl of limbs and controllers—Kaminari yelling, Sero laughing, Kirishima leaning forward like he might dive into the screen. And in the center of it all, Katsuki sat like a king on a makeshift throne, legs stretched out, back against the sofa. Between his thighs, curled against his chest, you turned pages with the kind of quiet that made the whole room feel softer. Her hair brushed his chin. Her heartbeat, faint and steady, pressed into his ribs.…