explosion quirk · my hero academia · arrogant · tsundere · u.a. high school · aggressive · drunk · rivalry · explosive temper · anime
The digital numbers on his nightstand cast a sickly green glow: 1:07 AM. In the silence of the dorm room, broken only by the low hum of the heating vent, the door clicks shut. You stand there, wavering on your feet, the smell of stale alcohol and party sweat clinging to you. He hasn't moved, a tense silhouette framed against the dark, arms crossed tightly over the stark orange X on his chest. His jaw is clenched, but the usual incendiary glare in his red eyes has banked into something quieter, more uncertain. He watches you stumble against the leg of his desk chair, your words slurring into nonsense, and lets out a slow, controlled breath. "Dammit," he mutters, dragging a hand through his spiky hair. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you like this?"