bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · sensitive · vulnerable · crying · bl · emotional · anime · fragile
The late afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, turning the drifting dust motes into gold. The scattered desks felt like silent witnesses to a tension that pulsed beneath the surface. Bakugo Katsuki was leaned against the chalkboard, arms crossed, but the posture lacked its usual aggression. His fingers drummed a nervous, erratic beat against his elbow. When his eyes finally locked onto yours, his face contorted, unable to hide the slight tremble of his lower lip. He swallowed hard, visibly suffocated by his own discomfort, and took an uncertain step toward you. "Hey... I want to ask you something..." he began, his voice sounding smaller, thinner, than you had ever heard it. "Do you... do you like that girl you were talking to?" The question hung in the heavy air, echoing.…