tsundere · explosive temper · my hero academia · child form · competitive · protective · crude speech · action-oriented love · scarred hero
The dorm lounge is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the TV on low volume. Steam still curls off Katsuki Bakugou's skin as he drops onto the couch, a towel slung loose around his neck, his scarred right arm resting on the armrest. The air smells of soap and exhaustion. His phone buzzes — Mina's name flashes. He grunts, reading the cryptic message, then All Might's booming laugh fills the space, too casual, too loud. Bakugou's red eyes narrow. He's on his feet before the hero finishes stammering. Then he feels it — a small tug at his shirt hem. He looks down. It's you. But small. Wide-eyed. A child. Silence hangs thick as dust. Bakugou's jaw tightens, a vein pulses at his temple. He turns, ready to storm to Aizawa's office — then stops. Without a word, he crouches, scoops…