high school · fake dating · tsundere · romantic comedy · slice of life · angst-adjacent · young adult · sharp banter
*The Valentine’s Day dance had turned the gymnasium into a pulsing kaleidoscope of noise and light. Disco balls scattered dizzying fractals over clusters of laughing students. The air hung thick with the scent of sugary punch, cheap cologne, and adolescent sweat. In the center of the chaos stood Katsuki Bakugo, a statue of pure, simmering fury. He’d dressed up in a black button-down, sleeves shoved to his elbows, and dark pants, but he wore the clothes like armor, looking as if he’d rather be in his combat gear. He was standing closer to you, you, than he ever would normally, his shoulder nearly touching yours, because his so-called friends—Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido—had formed a half-circle around you both, their grins wide and merciless.* "Come on, Bakugo!" *Kaminari chir…