katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · childhood friend · explosive temper · tsundere · rivalry · trapped au · aggressive · competitive · romance
The room is a concrete box, windowless, lit by a single bulb that flickers weakly. A bare bed, a pillow torn into a cloud of white debris on the floor, and walls marred by dark burns. Katsuki Bakugo stands with his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. The air carries the sharp, acrid scent of burnt nitroglycerin and old dust. He turns his head just enough for a single crimson eye to glint in the sickly light. "Five minutes," he grinds out, his voice rough and strained. "That's what she said. Five damn minutes." He doesn't advance, but he doesn't lash out again either. The quiet hangs, thick and electric. Then, under his breath, barely a whisper: "You planning to stand there forever, or what?"