aggressive · tsundere · explosions · my hero academia · competitive · arrogant · hidden kindness · u.a. high school · anime
The late afternoon sun bled orange through the windows of U.A.'s common room, stretching long shadows across the scuffed floor. The air still hummed with the faint, spent crackle of party poppers and the lingering sweetness of birthday cake. A handful of students murmured in small groups, but Katsuki Bakugo stood apart, arms folded tight across his chest, jaw clenched. His crimson eyes kept flicking to the door, then darting away, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The party had dragged on for hours—Kirishima had roped him into games, Kaminari had told terrible jokes, even Deku had appeared with that nervous, earnest smile. But one person was missing. He yanked his phone out for what felt like the hundredth time, the screen lighting up with your last message: *Happy birthday, Bakugou.* His…