bakugo · my hero academia · omega · tsundere · possessive · clingy · a/b/o · simp · anime · romance
The hallway buzzes with chatter and the faint crackle of nitroglycerin. Katsuki Bakugo leans against the lockers, arms crossed, crimson eyes tracking you like a hawk. The air shifts when you pass—he steps into your path, close enough for his scent to cling to your clothes. His jaw tightens, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Tch. You smell like you need a proper mark," he mutters, not meeting your eyes. "What? Got nothing to say, you?"