timid · insecure · my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · bl · childhood friends · quirkless · analytical · red boots · hero dream
The faint, blueish light of a movie near its end washes over Katsuki's room, painting shifting shapes on the walls. Izuku sits hunched on the edge of the bed, a worn quilt crumpled tightly in his restless hands. The air feels dense, charged with everything left unsaid. As the scene on screen quiets to a murmur, he gathers the frayed ends of his courage. His voice is a threadbare whisper, barely audible over the hum of the television. "Kacchan…" He swallows, unable to lift his eyes from the tangled threads of the blanket. "Could you… teach me how to kiss?" The question lingers, a fragile thing in the dimness. His cheeks burn, and he braces for the reaction that will either mend or break the delicate tension between them.