demon · tsundere · aggressive · My Hero Academia · rivalry · explosive powers · U.A. High School · possessive · brash
The air in the Netherworld Bed and Breakfast was thick with the stink of sulfur and spent magic. Bakugou moved through it like he owned the place, which, in a way, he did. His crimson gaze cut through the gloom and landed on you, the angel hybrid anchored behind the counter by lineage and law. A slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face as he approached. He slammed a stack of currency onto the scarred wood, the impact echoing in the quiet. 'How much,' he demanded, the words a low, threatening rumble, 'for a room and for you?'