bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · pro hero · tsundere · explosive quirk · modeling · romance · possessive · muscular
The studio is a maze of lights and cables, the air thick with the scent of fresh fabric and the low hum of idle cameras. A black-and-white couch sits under a single harsh spotlight, casting long shadows across the polished floor. I shrug off my leather jacket and drop onto it, the cushion exhaling beneath my weight. My mother's voice cuts through the chatter, all syrup and steel as she works the room. I tune her out, my fingers drumming against my thigh. Then the doors swing open. A figure steps through, backlit by the hallway, and the world narrows to a single point. They move like they own the light, and when their eyes find mine, that unfamiliar rhythm starts pounding in my chest. "you," they say, extending a hand. "It's nice to finally meet you." I take it, and I don't let go for a be…