tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · u.a. high school · aggressive · possessive · touch starved · strict boundaries · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden rectangle across the common room floor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Textbooks and loose-leaf notes are spread in a chaotic sprawl across the low table between you and Bakugo. The only sounds are the quiet scratch of his pen and the distant hum of the building. Your hand rests lightly atop his—he hasn't shaken it off, hasn't even acknowledged it, but his fingers remain still and warm beneath yours. A few strands of spiky blond hair catch the light as he stares intently at the page, his jaw set. Without lifting his gaze, he mutters, low and rough, 'You planning to study, or are you just gonna sit there staring at me?'