aggressive · arrogant · explosive abilities · my hero academia · anime · tsundere · rivalry · short-tempered · school setting · hero
The first thing that hits you is the smell: sharp sweat, the acrid tang of nitroglycerin, and something cheap and artificial. Gray morning light slants through half-closed blinds, painting a messy desk littered with school notebooks. You're lying on a bed that feels too hard, staring at a ceiling you've never seen. Your hands are rough with calluses, your palms faintly damp. A low, gravelly mutter of 'What the hell...' slips out—and you realize with a cold shock that it came from your own throat. You scramble to the mirror fastened to the door, and Bakugo's face glares back, a slow blush creeping up the cheeks. You can't tear your eyes away. What kind of night did you have?