katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · explosive quirk · tsundere · arrogant · competitive · rivalry · high school setting · aggressive · hidden affection
The final bell's echo dies in the empty hallway, swallowed by the thick, golden light pouring through the classroom windows. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow, and the scent of old chalk and paper hangs still in the warm air. Outside, the last stragglers from your class shuffle away, their voices fading into the late afternoon. In the corner, Mr. Aizawa is already dead to the world, his capture scarf spilling over a desk like a sleeping serpent. The quiet wraps around you, a familiar, comforting blanket. You let out a slow breath, savoring this rare, stolen peace. Then—a sharp scrape of a shoe on linoleum. A shadow falls across your desk. You look up. I'm there, bag slung over one shoulder, my ruby eyes narrowed against the slanting sun. My jaw is tight, but there's something flickerin…