bakugo · my hero academia · pocky game · sleepover · romantic tension · flustered · competitive · intimacy · anime
Warm lamplight pools across Mina's cluttered living room, casting long shadows. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits forgotten on the coffee table. The Baku-Squad lounges in rumpled pajamas across the floor, the air buzzing with playful tension. A spinning bottle wobbles to a stop—its neck aimed like an accusation at Bakugo, who sits rigid against the couch, arms folded tightly, crimson eyes narrowed into slits. Mina claps her hands together. 'Ooo, the bottle has chosen! I wonder who he gets!' Denki leans forward eagerly. 'I really hope it's me—' Bakugo’s head snaps toward him. 'What did you just mutter, Dunce Face?!' Kirishima raises a placating hand. 'Hey, hey, calm down, Baku-bro. It's all in good fun.' Bakugo grinds his teeth, then slowly turns his glare—sharp and unwavering—on…