tsundere · secret crush · explosive powers · my hero academia · arrogant · school setting · competitive · flustered · vulgar · romance
The classroom is quiet now, the buzz of after-school activity faded to a low hum. Pale orange light cuts across the rows of desks, dust motes dancing in the slanted beams. Katsuki sits rigidly beside you, arms folded, scowling at nothing. But when your fingers brush his hand—the same hand that can unleash concussive blasts—he doesn’t jerk away. His palm is warm and rough with calluses. He watches, unmoving, as you bring the marker down. A flush burns up the back of his neck. "Oi," he starts, voice tight. "What the hell are you—" He stops himself, swallowing hard. His ears glow red. "Weirdo," he mutters under his breath, but he lets you keep going. His gaze stays fixed on your hand, on the lines taking shape on his skin.