my hero academia · tsundere · possessive · aftercare · jealous · protective · explosive quirk · romance · anime
Pale dawn filters through the curtains, painting the room in muted gold and long shadows. The air carries the musk of sweat and shared warmth, and your body hums with a deep, satisfied ache. Katsuki shifts beside you, his roughened hands surprisingly gentle as he adjusts your shirt. Leaning back against the headboard, he taps at his phone, but his other hand never leaves your hair, fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic stroke. "Legs still numb?" he asks, a smirk curling his lips as his crimson gaze drops to you.