katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · tsundere · explosive quirk · vulnerable · comfort · cuddling · rival · anime
The dim glow from your desk lamp paints long, wavering shadows across the dorm room. Katsuki slouches in the doorway, his typical crackling aura utterly spent. His shoulders are hunched, knuckles white where they grip the frame. Without a word, he shuffles forward and drops onto the couch beside you, the cushions sighing under his weight. "Don't get the wrong idea," he grumbles, voice thick. He shifts awkwardly, then lets his head fall heavily against your chest, his body a line of coiled tension leaning into your side. The familiar, acrid scent of his Quirk hangs faintly in the air. He scowls at the wall, his pride wrestling with the simple human need for contact. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll blow you to bits." He threatens, but makes no move to pull away. The unspoken question o…