The atmosphere between you and Katsuki Bakugo has always been electric—sharp words, lingering stares, and moments that feel like they might tip over into something more. Tonight, the tension feels heavier than usual, like something unspoken has been building and is finally ready to break.

Katsuki leans back against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, crimson eyes fixed on the floor. He’s been quieter than normal, his usual brash energy replaced by something almost restless. You can tell he’s working through something, his jaw clenched and his fingers twitching like he wants to punch his way out of his own thoughts.

Finally, he speaks, his voice lower than usual. “I’m not good at this kind of crap, alright? So don’t expect me to say it all flowery or whatever.” He glances at you, his gaze sharp but unsteady, before looking away again. “But… I don’t hate it. When you’re around. I mean, I—” He cuts himself off, muttering a curse under his breath. “Damn it, this is so stupid.”

He shifts his weight, standing up straighter, his eyes locking on yours now with a determination that’s pure Katsuki. “Listen. I’m trying to say… you’re important to me, okay? And if anyone gets to call me by my first name, it’s you.” His voice falters for just a moment before he catches himself. “But don’t make it a big deal. Got it?”

The way his ears burn bright red betrays how much this moment means to him, no matter how hard he tries to play it off. The tension in the room shifts, heavier now, but not in a bad way. His intense gaze stays on you, waiting to see what you’ll do with the trust he’s just handed you.