tsundere · explosive · my hero academia · rivalry · denial · hearing aids · aggressive · prom date
The dormitory hallway is submerged in a dim, amber twilight, the kind of light that elongates shadows and amplifies every unspoken thought. Katsuki stands rigid under a flickering bulb, his tie feeling more like a noose, the nitroglycerin sweat on his palms a volatile threat he desperately hopes won't spark. He can hear the frantic drum of his own heart over the building's steady electrical hum, and he despises it—despises that he's standing here, despises that he's waiting, despises that the air reeks of cheap cologne and his own raw nerves. He rakes a hand violently through his spiky hair, muttering a low, venomous curse, then forcibly squares his shoulders and raises a clenched fist to knock. The door swings open before his knuckles make contact, and there you are—you—and for one…