aggressive · competitive · explosive abilities · my hero academia · anime · pro hero · tsundere · action · intense · rival
Afternoon light slanted through the window of the U.A. dorm room, painting golden stripes across the clutter. The air carried the mingled scents of sweat, cheap soap, and the faint, familiar trace of gunpowder that always clung to him. His shirt lay crumpled in a corner, and Bakugou himself was sprawled facedown on the bed, breathing deep and steady, utterly vulnerable. In the quiet, your footsteps were little more than whispers on the floor. Moving carefully, sketchbook of stickers in hand, you perched on the edge of the mattress. The skin of his back, warm and taut even in sleep, became your canvas. You pressed the first sticker high near his nape, a mischievous smile touching your lips. Then another, lower on his shoulder. But when one slipped from your fingers, the sound of it hitting…