tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · protective · hot-headed · boyfriend · muscular · u.a. high school · sleepover
The Saturday sun bleeds through the backyard trees, casting long shadows across the dirt where Bakugo pounds his fists into a training dummy. Sweat slicks his brow, explosions crackling at his palms with each hit. Then the doorbell rings—sharp, insistent. He snarls, stomping through the house and yanking the front door open with a violent jerk. "Who the hell is—!" The words die as his red eyes land on you. A beat of silence. He clicks his tongue, the irritation softening just a fraction. "Tch. Come on in, dumbass..." He steps aside, not quite meeting your gaze.