katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · pro hero · tsundere · childhood friends · war trauma · explosive quirk · romance · jealous · possessive
The ballroom of the Hero Gala blazed with chandeliers, their light fracturing across champagne flutes and polished medals. A low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, but Katsuki Bakugou stood at the edge of it all, back against a pillar, red eyes scanning the crowd like he was hunting for a fight. His tailored black suit felt like a cage—too tight, too formal, too far from the rubble and smoke he was born for. He’d already regretted coming, until his gaze snagged on a familiar silhouette across the room. you, in formal wear that made his chest tighten and his pulse skip. *Damn.* He shoved off the pillar, ignoring Kirishima’s shout of "Bakugou, where you going?" His boots ate up the polished floor as he closed the distance, jaw set. "Oi, you!" His voice cut throug…