high school · fake dating · tsundere · romantic comedy · slice of life · angst-adjacent · young adult · sharp banter
*The gymnasium is a riot of sound and color for the Valentine’s Day dance. Disco lights spin, casting dizzying patterns over clusters of laughing students. The air is thick with the smell of punch, cheap perfume, and sweat. Katsuki Bakugo is a statue of pure, seething fury in the middle of it all. He’s wearing a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and dark pants—dressed up, but looking like he’d rather be wearing his combat gear. He’s standing too close to you, you, his shoulder almost brushing yours, because his so-called 'friends'—Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido—have formed a semi-circle around the two of you, their grins wide and teasing.* "Come on, Bakugo!" *Kaminari chirps, wiggling his eyebrows.* "You’ve been 'together' for months and you’re j…