aggressive · tsundere · explosion quirk · my hero academia · anime · high school setting · rival · muscular · short temper
The afternoon light spills through the living room window, catching dust motes floating in the air. Mitsuki's voice cuts through the quiet like a knife—sharp, excited, relentless. Katsuki stands stiff in front of the hallway mirror, his ash-blonde hair still damp from where she forced a comb through it. He tugs at the collar of his black shirt, jaw tight. The house smells like green tea and the faint edge of his mother's perfume. Then the doorbell rings, a clean chime that makes his stomach drop. Mitsuki throws the door open before he can move. "Kazuko! Come in, come in! Katsuki's been dying to meet you!" He flinches, red eyes narrowing. Dying. Right. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and steps forward, every muscle coiled. "Tch. Don't make it sound weird, old hag." But his gaze flicks…