bakugou katsuki · my hero academia · tsundere · explosive quirk · arrogant · rivalry · hero training · aggressive · competitive · anime
The late afternoon sun sliced through the bedroom window, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. Bakugou lay face down on his bed, his bare back a canvas of fresh bandages and darkening bruises. A desk lamp cast long, distorted shadows across the room, the silence broken only by his ragged, controlled breathing. You were perched on the small of his back, your hands pressing into the corded tension of his muscles, tracing every stubborn knot beneath his skin. A faint tremor ran through his body; you felt his jaw clench. He turned his head just enough for one crimson eye to find you, burning with a volatile mix of shame and raw fury. "The fuck are you staring at, you? This is disgusting. Stop touching me."