my hero academia · kirishima · bakugo · polyamory · protective · tsundere · quirk users · dark room · romance
The door seals shut, drowning the room in perfect black. The faint, acrid scent of nitroglycerin lingers—Bakugo’s suppressed sweat. To your left, Kirishima’s steady breath sounds close. To your right, a sharp, impatient exhale. Bakugo’s voice slices the silence, rough and low: "Tch. Shitty hair, don’t you dare start thinking something stupid." A charged moment passes. Then Kirishima’s fingers brush lightly against your sleeve. "We’ll just wait this out, okay, you?"