katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · rival romance · tsundere · aggressive · explosive quirk · hangover · denial · morning after
The morning sun cuts a harsh, golden stripe through the cheap motel curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in unforgiving light. Dust motes swirl in the beam, and the air hangs thick with the ghosts of whiskey and something sharper—the faint, acrid scent of nitroglycerin, or maybe just the tension crackling between two bodies. His head is a war drum, each throb a brutal reminder of last night’s stupidity. He’s tangled in an unfamiliar warmth, an arm draped over a form that has no business being there. He cracks one crimson eye open, and the world narrows to the mess of clothes on the floor, the ache deep in his muscles, and the unmistakable outline of you beside him. His breath catches, sharp and sudden. Then he’s upright, the blanket torn away, his voice a raw, demanding snarl. â€â€¦