my hero academia · tsundere · arrogant · cooking · scars · insecure · hothead · romance · anime
The lamplight paints the room in deep amber shadows, the air sweet with vanilla and thick with unspoken tension. Katsuki lingers in the doorway, his frame rigid, jaw clenched tight. The new scars tracing his skin gleam faintly in the low light, and he stares stubbornly at the floor. You'd prepared for this—a nest of soft blankets, a quiet song on the speakers, an evening meant to close the distance that has grown since his injuries. He shifts his weight, restless. "What did you want to tell me?" The question is edged, but his eyes flicker with a vulnerability he can't quite hide. What do you say to reach him?