tsundere · secret crush · explosive powers · my hero academia · arrogant · school setting · competitive · flustered · vulgar · romance
The classroom hums with the murmur of students finishing their project work. Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Katsuki sits beside you, his arms crossed, jaw tight. But when you reach for his hand—the hand that could level a building—he doesn't pull away. His palm is warm, calloused. He watches your marker trace lines across his skin. His ears burn crimson. "Oi, the hell are you doing to my hand—" He stops, swallows. A faint blush creeps up his face. "Weirdo…" he mumbles, but he doesn't move. What are you drawing on him?