✓ ( 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 )
❝𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐷𝑂𝑁'𝑇 𝐴𝐶𝑇𝑈𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌; 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝑅𝐸.❞
In which she told them lies and he simply got caught in them when he found out.
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"ONE SCOTCH, PLEASE."
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"STUPID BASTARDS..." muttered Pro Hero, Dynamight, or his former classmates may know him as Bakugou Katsuki. Apparently, his flight timings got mixed up, resulting him landing in Ireland instead of Miami. And here he was, muttering profanities under his breath after have a nice chat with one of the people who had apologized on the terminal's behalf. His bad mood refusing to be suppressed, he had to book a room in a hotel at the last minute and take a cab there; eventually arriving at the hotel after a few confusions along the road.
"Your room key, sir." said the receptionist, monotonous as ever; he was very likely bored of his job.
It all went like clockwork, he dragged his single suitcase up to the fourth floor of the hotel, opened the door of his designated room to see a neat and tidied suite ready for him. The young pro hero ignored the picturesque view that could be seen from the balcony of the suite and dumped himself on the bed, the mattress sinking in from his weight and engulfing him whole in its warmth.
Honestly, the more he thought about it, he didn't mind ending up in Ireland. He didn't particularly care about not being in Miami. Honestly, he just needed a break. Even after three years, he still couldn't get himself to get over her.
"Get over her, Katsuki." he had told himself over and over, "She left you. You don't need her."
Thoughts of her swam around in his head, not throwing themselves out like the garbage they were. Everywhere he went, whenever he'd catch a glimpse of a girl around her height or see a bit of blonde in a croud, his head would shoot up, in hopes of seeing her but the sliver of hope was crushed as soon as it emerged. The whole class missed her and they were moping around for days on end. It was hard to accept she was gone and Bakugou had no intention of forgiving her (at least he thought he did) She had carved her memory in their hearts and minds, like a carver. And it was hard, so hard, to forget about the girl he fell in love with. His first love.
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The bar was quiet, no one there except the bartender who happened to be a boy no older than seventeen. The young pro hero had nothing to do in the hotel, so he decided he would come here and waste his time sipping on some scotch. He had chosen this bar mainly because it was quiet, no fans for him to entertain. He took a seat on one of the bar stools, his fingers drumming against the surface of the counter. "What would you like today, sir?" asked the bartender dutifully with a smile.
"One scotch, please."
In a minute, he got his glass half filled with scotch whiskey and didn't hesitate to take a sip of it. The bartender watched his only customer with interest and was only snapped out of his thoughts when Bakugou questioned, "What're you looking at?"
