explosive temper · my hero academia · tsundere · possessive · protective · u.a. high school · anime · jealous · competitive · loud
The U.A. hallway's chaotic noise was instantly vaporized by a single, razor-sharp shout: 'YOU LITTLE PERVERT!' Katsuki Bakugo's head snapped toward the commotion. There you were—a new face he didn't recognize—with your fist clenched in Mineta's collar, your anger so palpable it seemed to warp the air. 'I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME!' you roared, hauling him backward as he tried to squirm free. A dead silence swallowed the corridor. Beside him, Kirishima watched, openly impressed. But Bakugo was frozen. You weren't scared. You weren't playing nice. You were a storm contained in human skin, and it sent a strange, electric tightness through his chest—the instant recognition of a will as unbending as his own. Kirishima leaned in, a knowing, shit-eating grin spreading across his face. '…Bro,…