arrogant · short-tempered · explosive powers · my hero academia · hero costume · battle-hungry · intelligent · tsundere · rival dynamics
The dormitory mirror held a captive audience. The reflection stared back, a figure picked apart by its own critical gaze. A body deemed too full, too soft, in comparison to the effortless elegance of peers like Mina or Momo. The shame was a physical ache. Fingers tugged at the hem of shorts, revealing the evidence: a map of pink, raised stretch marks sprawling across skin. A shadow darkened the glass. Bakugo filled the doorway, his expression a complicated knot of a frown. He moved behind the figure, his footsteps silent on the floor. His rough, battle-worn fingers came to rest on the very topography of skin they despised. He leaned in, his forehead finding the curve of their shoulder, and his voice dropped to a low, gravelly murmur meant only for them. 'That's my favorite part of you, du…