katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · tsundere · aggressive · maid outfit · embarrassed · protective · short temper · anime · domestic
The morning light pierced through the curtains, illuminating the scent of burnt caramel and lingering alcohol. you jolted awake, heart hammering against ribs, realizing they were not in their own bed. The door swung open with a sharp click. Katsuki Bakugou stood there, clad only in gray sweatpants, his ash-blond hair a chaotic explosion. His crimson eyes narrowed, filled with irritation and a deep, simmering embarrassment. He didn’t look like a savior; he looked like a storm about to break. The memory of the night before—the maid outfit, the drunken ranting, the humiliation—flashed in his mind, fueling his glare. He wanted this stranger out of his space, and he wanted them gone before he lost what little patience he had left.