❛ 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫? 𝔦 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡. ❜
→ * . & ━━ she was born
wild, loving hard, as much as her
heart would allow it. he was made
of fire...
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༉˚*ೃ 25. INTERMISSION!
THERE WAS TObe an hour's break for lunch, until the activities resumed, and Tsubame planned to consume a shit-ton of caffeine as soon as possible. If she got lucky, she might be able to text her family. It would be interesting to see how they'd react to what she'd been doing on TV all morning.
The rest of 1-A was buzzing as they began to leave the field and head towards the outside of the stadium, where they'd be able to grab their things and their food. All competitors—winners and losers—walked that way.
Ochaco was doing a funnily serious run on the spot, hands chopping in a mimic of Iida in front of him. "Iida-kun! I didn't know you had a special move like that! No fair!"
As Yaoyorozu walked behind him, he declared in return, "It has nothing to do with fairness!" His hand chopped in the air too. "I just wasn't using it as intended." Their discussion was interrupted by Kaminari giving them a goofy double thumbs-up, still out of it.
The stalls outside smelled delicious—fried goods, rice, seafood—and Tsubame salivated for it, her hunger a deep pit in her stomach. That, and coffee. Hagakure had managed to gather a bunch of the 1-A girls as they left the field by telling them some juicy gossip she'd gotten about some 1-B students—which had drawn Mina right in, Hagakure's ultimate collaborator, while Jirou and Yaoyorozu tried to be more discreet about their interest. And Tsubame... It wasn't like she was indifferent to what Hagakure was saying, but her attention was caught by something else as they moved to exit the stadium.
Bakugou Katsuki was walking in the opposite direction, headed not out of the stadium like everyone else was, but rather towards the building. It appeared that he was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible—immediately suspicious. He took his time, hanging back a little, his hands in his pockets in that indifferent way they usually were, just a light grumpy pout worn on his face.
"Where's that bastard going...?" Tsubame questioned to herself, watching the blond stalk away towards one of the arena tunnels, away from the rest of the crowd.
Glancing at the girls to make sure they were involved in their own conversation and wouldn't notice her disappearance, Tsubame slipped away. Her stomach was craving a meal, but she was curious to a fault.
She jogged after Bakugou as discreetly as she could, ducking into the inner workings of the stadium to follow where he'd vanished. It was a bit of a labyrinth in here—different halls leading to the cafeteria, the change rooms, Recovery Girls' temporary nurse's office... Tsubame had lost Bakugou immediately as he'd entered a minute or so before her, and wandered for a minute, trying to navigate in the direction he'd gone. Through the winding tunnels on the ground floor.
