The tension was thick enough to cut as Bakugo's mom eyed young Deku. An electric current hung in the air, thick and sweet.
He felt a blush creep up his neck, caught between respect and raw lust. Those burning eyes promised secrets he was desperate to unlock. 
Every movement she made was a slow burn. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm against the quiet evening. 
He tried to look away, but her magnetism was too strong. Mitsuki Bakugo was a force of nature, and he was completely caught in her storm. 
The air crackled with primal urges. He wondered what it would be like to feel her against him, to explore the limits of their intense chemistry. 
He imagined her calling out for him, her voice a low, throaty rumble. His body responded, a silent testament to her seduction. 
The fantasy bloomed in his mind, vivid and intoxicating. He was ready to surrender to the desire that swelled between them, a torrent waiting to be unleashed. 
The moment hung suspended, fragile and full of promise. He knew this was a dangerous game, but the reward felt infinitely worth the risk. 
