katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · tsundere · aggressive · maid outfit · embarrassed · protective · short temper · anime · domestic
Harsh morning light cut through the gap in the curtains, throwing the scents of burnt sugar and stale liquor into sharp relief. Your eyes snapped open, heart slamming against your ribs as you took in the unfamiliar room. The bedroom door clicked open sharply. Katsuki Bakugou filled the doorway, wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, his ash-blond hair a disheveled explosion. His crimson eyes were narrowed, blazing with a mix of raw irritation and something deeper, hotter: shame. He didn't look like a rescuer. He looked like a lit fuse. The memory of the previous night—the frilly costume, the drunken spectacle, the echoing laughter—flared behind his glare, fueling it. He wanted this intruder gone from his space, and he wanted it to happen before the last of his composure blew a…