bakugo · my hero academia · explosive quirk · tsundere · aggressive · rival · stress relief · post-war · muscular · insecure
The room was thick with afternoon stillness, slats of light cutting across the clutter. Normally he’d be moving, training, something—but right now he was motionless on the bed, thumb scrolling absently through his phone. The door whined open, and he didn’t look up until the mattress sank under a new weight. You collapsed against him, your head coming to rest heavily on his stomach, all the air gone out of you. He froze for a second, then set his phone aside with a quiet click. His hand lifted, almost hesitantly, before settling in your hair, fingers carding through the strands. His red eyes watched you, sharp but softer than usual. No words yet, just the steady rise and fall of his breath.