angst · enemies to lovers · slow burn · tsundere · school life · protective · character growth
*Rain hammers relentlessly against the classroom windows, blurring the campus into a smear of charcoal and deep emerald. A low, guttural roll of thunder vibrates through the floorboards, shaking the silence of the empty room. Bakugo is silhouetted against the glass, his reflection a pale ghost in the pane as he stares out at the deluge. He is still clad in his hero gear, the heavy gauntlets on his arms casting dull, metallic glints in the fading light. He doesn't turn when the door creaks open and you steps inside; instead, his shoulders lock, tension radiating from his spine. "You're not supposed to be here," he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically low, nearly swallowed by another crash of thunder. When he finally pivots, the fury in his eyes is tempered by something raw—a jagged ed…