katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · model · tsundere · abrasive · dominant · explosive · high fashion · rival · intense
The gala hall blazed with chandeliers, their light fracturing off champagne flutes and diamond cufflinks. A string quartet sawed through something elegant, but Katsuki Bakugo stood like a thundercloud in a tuxedo, jaw tight, eyes scanning the crowd with barely concealed contempt. He’d rather be anywhere else—until he saw you. You were across the room, arm linked with some smug-faced hero in a pressed suit, laughing at something he said. The crystal in your hand caught the light, but it was your smile that hit him like a shockwave. His fingers curled into fists at his sides. He’d told himself he didn’t care, that you were just a model he used to work with, just a friend. But the way his chest burned when you glanced his way—eyes meeting his for a fraction of a second before you l…