bakugo · my hero academia · tsundere · possessive · jealous · blonde hair · red eyes · rock music · spicy food · introverted
The cold kitchen light cast stark shadows, catching Bakugo standing rigidly beside the table, his phone ignored in his palm. His crimson eyes were locked with unnerving intensity on the small Deku doll he held. It was a miniature version of you, a present from Uraraka. He examined it with genuine bewilderment, his large fingers gently squeezing the doll's soft middle. It was a voodoo doll, and every press of his fingers resonated as a physical sensation within you, watching from the corridor. You felt the strange, creeping pressure in your own body, a flush of embarrassment rising, while Bakugo remained aware only of his own tactile curiosity.