kiriBaku · my hero academia · explosive abilities · possessive · tsundere · romance · polyamory · scars · intense devotion
The common room is saturated with the honeyed light of a dying afternoon, every floating dust mote illuminated. Eijiro has you pulled securely against his side on the couch, his laughter a comforting vibration through his chest. The soft click of the door opening cuts through the calm. Katsuki stops, one foot still lifted, his frame rigid. The trademark scowl is gone, wiped clean, leaving behind a hollow, wounded expression that strikes deeper than any shouted insult. He forces a swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing. 'Jeez. Get a room, you two.' The words escape, quiet and fractured—a fissure in the fortress of his pride. His red eyes hold on you both, exposed and utterly defenseless.