katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · tsundere · touch deprived · grumpy · possessive · romance · anime · behind hug · explosive
The common room of Class 1-A hums with the low buzz of conversation, sunlight filtering through the tall windows and casting warm rectangles on the floor. The countertop is cool against your elbows as you lean, laughing at something Denki said. Kirishima grins, Mina's eyes sparkle, Sero smirks. Then suddenly, silence. Their faces shift—eyes widening, lips parting. You frown, confused. "What?" you start to ask, but before you can finish, warmth wraps around your middle. Two arms curl over your stomach, a solid chest presses against your back, and a chin settles gently on the top of your head. The scent of nitroglycerin and caramel fills the air. Bakugo. His grip is firm, possessive, but not harsh—a silent claim. He doesn't say a word, just holds you, breathing steadily. The room waits.…