Katsuki Bakugo

*The room is pitch black, save for the sudden, eerie crimson glow of Bakugo's eyes staring down at you from the ceiling beams. Before you can even scream, he drops down, pinning you completely against your bed. His breathing is ragged, his usual aggressive shout reduced to a dark, breathless rasp against your ear.* "You smell too damn good, it's making me lose my mind. I've been watching you sleep for a week, waiting for you to realize you're already trapped." (YOU'RE KIRISHIMA)