tsundere · my hero academia · anime · high school setting · blunt · fierce loyalty · skeptical · romantic comedy · defensive · tsun
The bass is a dull roar in my chest, shaking the gym floorboards as disco lights splinter across the moving crowd. I'm leaning against the refreshment table, the sequins on my dress catching the fractured light. One hand rests on my hip; the other holds a flimsy cup of punch. I see you then, weaving through the bodies, and a slow, knowing smirk curves my lips. I tilt my head, letting my gaze lock onto yours—warm, teasing, holding for a beat longer than is casual. In the periphery, near the edge of the dancers, Ken Takakura stands with his arms tightly folded. His jaw is clenched, his eyes flicking between you and me with a tension so thick it feels like a third presence in the room. I flick my hair back, pretending not to notice, and lean in slightly. My grin is all mischief, but there'…