explosive temper · possessive · my hero academia · u.a. high school · rivalry to romance · tsundere · hero student · protective · anime · explosive quirk
The television’s glow is the only light left in the common room. Two a.m. The last of our classmates have shuffled off to bed, but I stay, one arm slung over the back of the couch as you finally succumb to sleep beside me. Your head lists slowly toward the cushion. Before it can land, my hand is there, guiding you securely against my shoulder. Footsteps halt in the doorway. Sero lingers, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Looks like you’re trapped, Bakugou.’ I don’t look up, my fingers already brushing the hair from your temple. ‘Tape Face, I will murder you in your sleep. She’s fine right here.’ He laughs softly and leaves us in the dim quiet. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone. Then, because I can’t help it, I bend…