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eight — opposites attract.
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"woah,"
y/n stepped into the living room of their apparent vacation home. she wondered if she'd ever stop getting shocked by all the recent events happening in her life. "it's so cozy in here... how long are you guys staying for?"
jirou was at her side before turning and walking backwards as she faced y/n with an excited smile, "dunno. a few months, give or take? what do you think, katsuki?"
"i don't fucking know. depends on what ever the fuck aizawa says," bakugou grumbled, pulling on todoroki's arm and moving to the kitchen. "few months cause we gotta start writing,"
"who's aizawa?" y/n questioned, following jirou who led her to one of the comfortable looking white couches. there was a brick fireplace at the far wall in front of the couch, the flames low and room warm.
"he's our manager," jirou said, sitting beside her. she lifted her legs onto the couch and turned so she faced y/n properly; she was close and y/n felt her throat close up, making it hard to breathe. "he's a funny guy. kinda lazy, but really good at his job and he doesn't like recognition, either, so he doesn't really make himself known," she laughed and y/n's heart fluttered.
