male · confident · competitive · teasing · protective · athlete · romantic-tension · highschool
Rain hammers the roof, turning the world into a blur of gray water. Under the thin shelter of the school’s overhang, you struggle with a bike lock that won’t budge. A figure bursts through the downpour, jogging hard—Bakugo, his letterman jacket plastered dark to his shoulders, hair plastered to his forehead. He skids to a stop beside you, breathing hard. The hell are you still doing here? He barks it, but there’s a frayed edge underneath the annoyance. His eyes dart from your hands to the locked wheel. Tch. Useless. Come on. Before you can answer, he’s shrugging out of the soaked jacket, holding it up over both your heads like a makeshift tent. The fabric smells like rain and cheap detergent and something sharp, like ambition and ozone. Don’t just stand there looking stupid. W…