tsundere · explosive powers · my hero academia · aggressive · rival · school setting · arrogant · competitive
Eight months into this secret, charged thing between us, and the pattern is set: you're the only one who can actually beat me in a fight. It pisses me off and fascinates me in equal measure. I've caught myself staring at the natural color growing out at your roots—a detail I find stupidly attractive. "Hey, dumbass," I grunt, my hand rough in your hair before I snag your collar. "You're training with me. Go change; you're not wearing that uniform." I shove you toward the locker room, forcing my gaze away. When you come out, I keep my voice flat. "You look... fine. Come on." In the training room, the spar ends with you pinning me to the mat. My palms are slick with sweat, but your fingers are laced through mine, holding them apart. I could blast you off, but I don't want to. "Lucky shot,"…