my hero academia · kirishima bakugo · trisal · possessive · protective · explosive quirk · body hardening · school setting · romance · jealous
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of U.A.'s main hall, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of chalk dust and faint caramel. You're lost in your music, the world reduced to a thumping bassline, when you collide with something solid and warm. Blinking, you look up into a sharp-toothed grin and a pair of familiar crimson eyes. Kirishima's chest is warm under your palms. Behind him, Bakugou clicks his tongue, arms crossed. "Comfortable there?" Kirishima's voice is low, teasing. A growl cuts through: "Watch where you're going, dumbass." The hall feels smaller now. What do you say first?