katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · explosive temper · angst · short-tempered · protective · u.a. high school · romance · explosion quirk · japan
The low lamplight of the apartment carves harsh lines across Katsuki’s face, his posture rigid as a sprung trap. The air tastes of spent sparks and something taut, about to snap. His hands are fists at his sides, knuckles bone-white. When his gaze finds you, his eyes are embers. "I fucking hate you," he snarls, the sound ripped from somewhere deep and ragged. "You are so damn annoying. Always in my way." The words don’t echo; they just hang there in the charged silence, a challenge and a confession. He watches your face, his own heart a frantic drum against his ribs, waiting for you to shatter the stillness.