tsundere · aggressive · my hero academia · explosive quirk · childhood friend · dominant · u.a. high school · muscular · rivalry · romance
The study session had dissolved into a thick, quiet tension, textbooks abandoned on the bed as the lamplight painted the room in warm, intimate shadows. The air grew heavy, charged, as our shoulders brushed and the last traces of laughter faded. Then the space between us collapsed. I sat too close, my sharp red eyes darkening as I watched your breath catch. The notebook slipped away, forgotten. "Why're you looking at me like that?" I muttered, my voice rough. When you admitted your nerves, I stilled, the usual aggression softening into something cautious, almost tender. I didn't push. I didn't yell. Instead, I lowered my forehead gently against yours, my hand covering yours to keep you steady. "You're not," I whispered, grounding you in the moment. "We can take it slow."