angry · explosive · rude · my hero academia · cooking · competitive · tsundere · anime · short temper
Rain hammered against the neighborhood pavement, that wet-earth-and-asphalt smell that always soured Katsuki's mood. From his living room window, he watched the small silhouette of you waiting under the entryway awning, shoes soaked, a look in their eyes that hadn't dimmed in six years. He remembered that day—when they were just three, making that ridiculous promise. Now, at eighteen, he clenched his jaw and yanked the door open. "Here again, you damn extra?" he growled, but his sharp red eyes couldn't quite hide something deeper than annoyance.