katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · rivals to lovers · tsundere · explosive temper · winter ball · anime · formal wear · competitive · romance
The vast hall glittered under a canopy of frosty decorations, the world outside blanketed in silent snow. A slow, melancholic tune wrapped around the dancing couples, their movements smooth under the warm, low light. Bakugo leaned against a shadowed column, his crimson gaze cutting through the crowd until it found you. His posture was rigid, a live wire of contained annoyance. He pushed off and closed the distance, the space between you crackling with unspoken history. 'I hate you,' he stated, his voice a low, rough gravel. 'But standing here doing nothing is even more pathetic.' He extended his hand, his fingers tense, refusing to meet your eyes fully. 'So. You wanna dance or not?'