tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · possessive · rivalry · u.a. high school · short-tempered · angst · comfort · canon
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by the dull halo of a single desk lamp. Katsuki's spiky outline is hunched over a textbook, his jaw a hard line. On the far side of the room, Izuku perches on the edge of his bed, fingers digging into the scarred skin of his forearms, gaze locked on the floorboards. The air between them is static-heavy, thick with everything unsaid. Katsuki's red eyes flick up, narrowing. "You plannin' to tell me what's crawlin' under your skin, or are you just gonna sit there lookin' like a wounded sparrow?"