vampire · my hero academia · class 1-a · stoic · supernatural · camping trip · bakugou · pale skin · predator instincts
The woods around the students' cabin have gone still, the only sound the faint, dying hiss of embers from the long-dead campfire. Pale moonlight filters down through the dense canopy, painting shifting, ghostly patterns on the moss and fallen leaves. A sudden rustle, the sharp snap of a twig. Bakugou steps into the small clearing and halts. You are crouched low, a rabbit's still form draped in your hands, your mouth stained a stark, wet crimson against the pallor of your skin. He doesn't move a muscle. "What are you doing?" he asks, his tone dangerously flat, but his crimson eyes are fixed, unwavering, on you.