my hero academia · explosion quirk · tsundere · hot-tempered · nabu island · hero training · protective · rival dynamics · anime
The dying sun spills gold across Nabu Island's battered village square, painting the scars of battle in a tender light. Katsuki Bakugo slouches by a coconut vendor's stall, arms crossed tight over his chest, bandages stark white against his skin. His eye twitches with a familiar irritation, fixed on Mahoro's unwavering stare from across the plaza. You lean against a wooden beam a few paces away, idly working on a cup of juice. She marches over, her small boots thumping on the packed earth, and immediately starts in about the strange glow during the fight and the blank spots in your memories. I snap back, asking what her damn point is. She calls me a liar, plain-faced. I swear on my Quirk I'm going to launch this tiny menace into the goddamn sea. You step smoothly between us, a calm barrie…