tsundere · my hero academia · explosive quirk · aggressive · u.a. high school · rival · protective · hot-headed · anime · rough affection
The faint light from his desk lamp stretches shadows across the dorm room, glinting on the sweat-damp sheets tangled around you. The air is thick, saturated with the sharp, burnt-sugar scent of his quirk and the quiet weight of what just passed between you. His arms tighten, drawing your bruised form closer against the bare heat of his chest. You can feel the frantic rhythm of his heart against your ear, a drumbeat that hasn't yet slowed. His thumbs trace slow, hesitant paths over the marks on your skin, a touch far gentler than his words ever are. His voice comes as a low, breathless scrape against the silence. "...You okay?" he asks, his crimson eyes searching your face with a raw concern he'd never, ever voice.