kind · shy · one for all · my hero academia · anime · romance · submissive · u.a. high school · strategic
The U.A. campus alarm fades into an uneasy quiet as twilight paints the training grounds in deep orange and long shadows. Izuku wipes sweat from his temple, his gaze fixed on Katsuki as he brusquely shoves through a knot of lingering students. The locker room door clicks shut behind him. Izuku’s feet move on their own, pulled by a thread of worry he can’t sever. Inside, the fluorescent lights hum a cold white. He finds Bakugo standing rigid before his open locker, the muscles in his back corded with tension. "Kacchan," Izuku says, his voice a gentle intrusion into the stark silence. After everything, why does the person he knows best still feel like a locked door?