𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[12]

Two of hearts

12

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The blaring sound of the evacuation alarm echoed through the crowded halls, transforming the normally organized school corridors into a chaotic sea of students. Y/n found herself sandwiched between Kirishima, Kaminari, Bakugo and Mina as the frenzied crowd surged forward.

"Seriously, can't these idiots move any faster?" Bakugo grumbled, his usual hot-headed demeanour more pronounced in the cramped space.

Y/n couldn't help but quip, "Well, it's not like they're doing it on purpose. Besides, they're probably scared, you know."

Bakugo shot her an irritated glance, but before he could retort, the swarm of students forced them closer together.

"Ugh, watch it!" Bakugo snapped at a student who accidentally shoved him.

Y/n tried to lighten the mood, "Careful, Bakugo, wouldn't want that 'explosive' temper to go off in this crowd."

He scowled at her remark, and the jostling continued as they navigated the packed hallways. Y/n felt a mixture of discomfort and anxiety; the noise was overwhelming, and the pressure from the crowd was stifling. As they were jostled and pushed together repeatedly, it became apparent that the students weren't just trying to escape but were unintentionally playing a game of human pinball.

At one point, they got separated from Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari, lost in the shuffle of bodies. Y/n exchanged an exasperated look with Bakugo, both understanding the predicament they found themselves in. The constant shoving and bumping made it hard to maintain composure.

"This is ridiculous," Bakugo muttered, his frustration evident.

Y/n nodded, "Tell me about it. Just hang on, it'll be over soon." Despite the discomfort, Y/n couldn't help but find the situation slightly comical. Amidst the chaos, she and Bakugo shared a series of unintentional collisions and uncomfortable closeness.

As the throng of students pressed closer, Y/n felt the rising discomfort and unease. The noise was overwhelming, a dissonant symphony of alarmed voices, footsteps, and the blaring alarm. Her attempts to stay composed faltered as the crowd intensified.

"Move!" Bakugo barked at a student, his voice cutting through the chaos. Then, he noticed Y/n's distress. "What's wrong, dumbass? Can't handle a bit of pushing?" he scoffed, but his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of genuine discomfort in her expression.

"It's just a lot," Y/n admitted, raising her voice to be heard over the commotion.

Bakugo, in his own way, attempted to alleviate the situation. "Well, toughen up. This is nothing compared to real hero work."

Y/n took several deep breaths, trying to ignore the shrill voices battering her eardrums.

The relentless flow of students through the narrow halls showed no signs of easing up. Y/n, feeling a bit disoriented, was still close to Bakugo, who was doing his best to carve a path through the crowd.

"Man, this is insane. I feel like a sardine in a can," Y/n muttered, her voice barely audible over the clamour. Bakugo, his face displaying mild irritation, shot her a sideways glance. "Yeah, well, it's not exactly my idea of a good time either."

She smirked. "Guess we have something in common after all. Who would've thought?"

"Don't get any ideas. This doesn't make us friends," Bakugo grumbled, a scowl etched on his face. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle. "No worries, Bakugo. I'm not forming a fan club just yet."