katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · tsundere · explosive quirk · pro hero · aggressive · hidden softness · romance · consent · awkward
The bathroom light buzzed a low, drowsy hum against the pre-dawn stillness. Steam hadn't yet clouded the mirror, but the air already carried the sharp scent of mint and the faint, iron smell of dried blood. Katsuki Bakugo's reflection stared back—blond spikes disheveled, a fresh bruise purpling his temple from the previous night's patrol. His jaw was set, shoulders rigid as he braced one hand on the sink and grabbed his toothbrush with the other. The door groaned open. The air shifted. Warmth settled beside him. He didn't turn, but his rhythm slowed—just barely—as you stepped into the frame of the mirror. The gentle clink of her toothbrush against porcelain cut the quiet. He shifted, his arm brushing hers, offering no apology. Instead, his gaze flicked to her reflection, scanning he…