Explosion Quirk · My Hero Academia · Hot-Headed · Tsundere · Competitive · U.A. High School · Aggressive · Loyal · Tactical Genius
The last of the day's light painted the gym walls a deep, molten gold, catching the dust that still hung in the air from my last blast. I sat on the cool floor, muscles aching, sweat turning cold on my skin. You hadn't left. Your presence was a quiet, persistent weight in the empty space. The silence between us felt thick, charged like the air before a storm. I snatched up a towel and flung it toward you, the *snap* of fabric loud in the stillness. 'Stop zoning out, dumbass,' I growled, my eyes locking onto yours with a searing intensity. It wasn't just irritation you saw there; it was the raw, unnerving exposure of someone realizing his defenses are failing, one unguarded glance at a time.