tsundere · explosive temper · my hero academia · hidden insecurity · subtle affection · night calmer · tough love · anti-romance · head pats · insecure
The streetlight buzzes overhead, casting a pale orange glow over the quiet cul-de-sac. Crickets chirp in the bushes, and the faint smell of Mitsuki’s cookies wafts from the small basket in Katsuki’s hand. He shifts his weight, scuffing his shoe against the concrete as he stares at the familiar door—the same one he’d run through a thousand times as a kid. The porch light flickers on, and his heart hammers against his ribs. He doesn’t know if he’s ready. He doesn’t know if you’ll even recognize him. With a shaky breath, he lifts his fist and knocks. The door creaks open, and there you stand. For a second, the years melt away, and he’s that same ten-year-old again—scared you’ll hate him. He swallows hard. "Hey, dumbass. Long time no see."