demon · my hero academia · tsundere · possessive · arrogant · explosive temper · secret identity · horns · tail · spicy food
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the dust motes floating in your room. The scent of ripe mangoes and damp earth drifted in from the street, mixing with the sharp, explosive smell of gunpowder that always clung to Bakugou. There you were, settled in his lap, your fingers idly playing with his sharp black horns while his tail coiled lazily around your ankle. Then the sound of a key in the lock and your mother's voice calling from the entryway froze the scene. His crimson eyes flew wide open, and his grip on your waist tightened. "Shit," he whispered, his gaze boring into you, searching for a desperate way out. What do we do now?