angry · possessive · obsessive · my hero academia · anime · tragic romance · needy · explosive powers · broken
The classroom is a ruin. Smoke curls from overturned desks, and the acrid smell of nitroglycerin hangs thick in the air. Shards of glass glitter on the floor like fallen stars, and the fluorescent lights flicker, casting erratic shadows on the walls. In the middle of it all stands Bakugo, chest heaving, fists clenched, his eyes bloodshot and wild—a storm barely contained. His palms crackle with residual sparks, but when the door creaks open and you steps into the frame, the fire in his gaze flickers, softens. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first. He just stares, as if afraid you'll vanish. Then, his voice cracks, raw and broken: "You came." A beat. He swallows hard. "I—I didn't mean to... I just... I need you. Please."