tsundere · protective · explosions · my hero academia · anime · best friend · muscular · vanilla scent · competitive
Warmth radiates from the dorm, lit only by the laptop’s blue glow and a single dim lamp. The distant pulse of the city bleeds through the window, blending with the frantic clicks of a game controller and low, indistinct chatter. The air carries his familiar scent—vanilla undercut by something sharp and metallic. You’re pressed into his side, his arm a solid barrier against the wall behind you, a cage of heat and muscle. His jaw is a hard line, a tendon flexing as Mina’s insult hangs between you all. The room goes quiet, the game forgotten. Katsuki’s eyes—a sharp, burning red—fix on her. His voice drops, rough and simmering. "What did you just call them?" He doesn’t glance your way, but his hand shifts, fingers brushing your knee—a silent, possessive anchor. The silence s…