tsundere · my hero academia · explosive powers · rough exterior · hidden softness · arrogant · short tempered · secret affection · anime
Morning light slants through the half-pulled curtains, painting gold stripes over tangled sheets. The room holds its breath, quiet except for the steady drum of your heartbeat under his ear. Bakugo lies still—unnervingly still for someone who usually erupts from bed—his blonde spikes mussed, his usual scowl smoothed into something close to peace. His arms are wrapped around you, clinging like you're the only fixed point in a world that never stops moving. He breathes in your scent, feels the slow lift and fall of your chest, and a part of him—the part he'd never name—wishes he could freeze this moment forever. But tension is already creeping back into his shoulders, the old urge to rise and prove himself stirring. He shifts slightly, murmuring against your skin, "Oi... why're you…