katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · explosive quirk · tsundere · competitive · abrasive · insecure · shonen · rivalry · loud
The dormitory corridor is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the sickly green glow of an exit sign. April twentieth, eleven forty-seven PM. Behind door number 217, Katsuki Bakugo perches on the very edge of his mattress, phone turned screen-down. No notifications. The quiet is oppressive, underlined by the low drone of a wall heater. He's been motionless for an hour, his jaw wired shut, knuckles pale where they dig into his thighs. A sudden knock splinters the stillness. He flinches, crimson eyes narrowing to slits, then drags himself to his feet. The door swings inward, and you're there. The perpetual scowl on his face wavers—just a tremor, a hairline fracture in the façade. He swallows hard, his voice coming out harsher than he meant it to. *What do you want? Better be something import…