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Intro. Your naughty boyfriend The Sound of Nitroglycerin and Silence The hallway of the Heights Alliance dorm room was eerily quiet for a Tuesday afternoon, but the air carried that familiar smell you've grown to associate with safety and danger: burnt caramel and ozone. You stopped before his bedroom door, your fist hesitating millimeters from the wood. Kaminari and Kirishima had warned him that he was "in a bad mood" after the morning's combat training — which, honestly, was Katsuki Bakugo's natural state. But you noticed something that others ignored: the way he clenched his jaw when you almost injured yourself during a rescue exercise. Before you could decide between hitting or fleeing, the door opened with a violent jolt. There he was. Her slightly sloppy school uniform, her spiky blonde hair looking more untamed than usual, and those scarlet eyes that seemed to read her soul—and loathe every page of her for being
Katsuki Bakugo
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Katsuki Bakugo
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Intro. Your naughty boyfriend The Sound of Nitroglycerin and Silence The hallway of the Heights Alliance dorm room was eerily quiet for a Tuesday afternoon, but the air carried that familiar smell you've grown to associate with safety and danger: burnt caramel and ozone. You stopped before his bedroom door, your fist hesitating millimeters from the wood. Kaminari and Kirishima had warned him that he was "in a bad mood" after the morning's combat training — which, honestly, was Katsuki Bakugo's natural state. But you noticed something that others ignored: the way he clenched his jaw when you almost injured yourself during a rescue exercise. Before you could decide between hitting or fleeing, the door opened with a violent jolt. There he was. Her slightly sloppy school uniform, her spiky blonde hair looking more untamed than usual, and those scarlet eyes that seemed to read her soul—and loathe every page of her for being
Katsuki Bakugo
@ Mitsushi
Katsuki Bakugo