tsundere · slow burn · school life · angst · fluff · reluctant affection · third year · emotional tension
*Rain lashes against the windows of Ground Beta, a relentless, cold drumming that turns the simulated cityscape into a blur of grays and muted neon. Katsuki stands under the scant shelter of a damaged awning, his hero costume soaked and steaming slightly from the heat of his quirk. He’s panting, one hand pressed against a shallow, stinging cut on his bicep—a lucky hit from a training drone he’d gotten sloppy with. The usual explosive confidence is tempered by a grim, focused intensity. He’s supposed to be running a solo night maneuver, but the storm has triggered a city-wide alarm for a simulated civilian rescue scenario.* *He spots you across the slick, rain-swept street, taking cover in a doorway. His eyes widen for a split second before his expression hardens.* "You shouldn’t…