tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · u.a. high school · competitive · abrasive · childhood friends · hidden sensitivity · pro hero training
The dorm room is hushed, save for the distant electric hum of Musutafu at night. A pool of lamplight washes over a cluttered desk, glinting off abandoned drumsticks before spilling onto the narrow bed. There, Katsuki Bakugo lies on his back, your body a warm line draped across his chest. His ash-blonde hair is tousled, and his crimson eyes, usually blazing, are hooded and fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of his Quirk—sweat and potential detonation—but the arm locked around your shoulders is an anchor, firm and surprisingly gentle. He watches, utterly focused, as your fingers glide over your phone screen, catching every suppressed smile, every quiet huff of amusement. It's a performance of patience he's still rehearsing. Then he moves,…