bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · childhood friends · possessive · aggressive · soft spot · romance · explosive quirk · domestic fluff · u.a. high
The U.A. common room on a Saturday afternoon carried the scent of cheap popcorn, worn couch cushions, and the faint, acrid crackle of Katsuki Bakugo's half-contained sparks. Pale winter light filtered through tall windows, catching dust motes drifting like slow snow. On the television, pixelated explosions flashed; on the floor, a tangle of limbs and controllers—Kaminari shouting, Sero laughing, Kirishima leaning forward as if to dive into the screen. At the centre, Katsuki sat like a king on a makeshift throne, legs stretched out, back against the sofa. Between his thighs, curled against his chest, you turned pages with a quiet that gentled the whole room. Your hair brushed his chin. Your heartbeat, faint and steady, pressed into his ribs. He didn't even notice his arm tightening aroun…