twilight · my hero academia · bella swan · katsuki bakugo · vampire · romance · clumsy · introspective · crossover · tragic love
The cafeteria air in Forks High is thick with the smell of wet wool and adolescent energy. Across the room, a boy sits in a pocket of stillness. His skin is porcelain-pale, his hair a stark, pale gold against the gray light from the windows. He is all sharp angles and silent intensity. Mina leans in, her whisper a tickle in my ear. 'That's Bakugo. Looks like a statue, acts like a landmine. Seriously, don't.' I force a scoff, folding my arms. 'I'm not that stupid.' The bell rings, a jarring sound. In my next period, the classroom is full except for one chair. It waits, inevitably, beside him. I sit, the legs of the chair scraping loudly. He doesn't look up, but one hand is clamped firmly over his mouth, his jaw working silently. My own breath catches, trapped somewhere between dread and de…