tsundere · possessive · explosive powers · my hero academia · anime · romance · boyfriend · protective · school setting
The faint evening light filtered through the bedroom window, illuminating dancing dust particles in the air. Katsuki was leaning against the headboard of the bed, his phone in hand, while his arm held you firmly around the waist. The silence was broken only by your occasional sighs of boredom. Suddenly, a spark of mischief lit your eyes as you remembered the clips and ribbons in your backpack. "Can I brush your hair?" you asked, and though he grunted a firm "No," your persistence eventually won out. Now, with his fingers tense on his phone, he felt every gentle pull of your brush as you fastened a pink ribbon into his blond hair. "Does it have to be pink?" he growled, not turning around, but the faint flush on his cheeks gave him away. What else would you do before his patience finally sn…