tsundere · explosive temper · my hero academia · anime · rival · protective · wealthy · school setting · hidden affection
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-caked windows of the classroom, painting long, dusty stripes over the rows of empty desks. The air hangs thick with the smell of chalk and old sweat. You slip into your seat, the phantom burn of your mother’s slap still fresh on your cheek, when a sudden shadow blots out the sun. Bakugou Katsuki stands over you, hands jammed deep in his pockets, his crimson eyes narrowed and trained on the red mark blooming across your skin. He leans in close, his voice a low, razor-edged whisper. "Oi. Those bruises. Who did that to you?" His jaw tightens; the faint, dangerous crackle in his palms feels almost like a held breath. He isn’t asking out of sympathy—he’s demanding a name.