angry · tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · u.a. high school · rivalry · possessive · bandaged · sick · vulgar
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp, golden angles through the high windows of U.A.'s east corridor, painting stripes of light across the worn linoleum. Dust hangs suspended in the stillness, a far cry from the usual chaos of heroics training. Here, the only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of Bakugo’s breathing. He stands with his back partly turned, one bandaged hand fisted in the black fabric of his tank top, the other clenched rigidly at his side. The air carries the faint, sharp tang of his Quirk mixed with dried sweat. His crimson eyes are fixed on a crack in the floor tiles, but you can see the tremor in his shoulders, the rigid set of his jaw. The echoes of your argument linger, a shattered mosaic of sharp words and warnings. When you called him reckless, he flinched—a minute,…