𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, k. bakugo

•𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔•

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆

❥ 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 stood at the edge of the training grounds, his breath Heavy from the relentless drills and the heat of the afternoon sun bearing down on him. He'd spent the last hour perfecting his quirk, the familiar of power coursing through him. Yet, beneath the adrenaline, a lingering unease clung to him like a shadow. It wasn't just the strain of training; it was the girl who invaded his thoughts.

In the depths of his mind, she appeared as a phantom—always just out of reach. Her silhouette danced in his dreams, captivating him with an alluring smile that sent chills racing down his spine. He could never see her face clearly, only the feeling she invoked, a strange mix of fascination and dread. He'd wake up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, wondering who she was and why she haunted him.

Bakugo shook his head, trying to dismiss the thoughts as he resumed training. But every time he closed his eyes, he felt her presence—an electric spark that ignited his curiosity and anxiety. He had never been the type to get lost in daydreams, yet there he was, yearning to know this mystery girl who seemed to know him so intimately

Days turned into weeks, and the dreams persisted, each one more vivid than the last. He began to see her everywhere: a flash of dark hair in the halls of U.A., a glimpse of her in the corner of his eyes during class. But whenever he turned to look, she vanished like smoke. It drove him mad, a maddening loop of desire and frustration that tugged at his insides.

Then the day came of the sports festival. The arena buzzed with excitement, cheers echoing through the air, yet Bakugo felt disconnected, his mind wandering to the enigmatic girl. He exploded through the competition, fueled by a primal urge to win, but as he soared through the challenges, he couldn't shake the feelings that she was watching.

And she was.

In the shadows, Nanami haruki watched him with a fervent intensity. The chaos of the festival ignited something primal within her, a thrill that surged through her veins. She thrived on the negative emotions around her, feeling them energize her, feeding her fascination for the boy with the wild explosions. He was everything she desired, a living embodiment of raw power and passion.

As the crowd cheered, Nanami's heart raced. She had waited for this moment, the perfect opportunity to draw him closer. He was the key to her dark ambitions, a beacon of chaos in a world she had long sought to control. Little did he know, she was not merely an observer; she was the storm waiting to unleash itself upon him.

With a predatory smile, she stepped further into the shadows, plotting her next move. She was ready to make him hers, no matter the cost. And as Bakugo continued to chase the fleeting image of his dream girl, he had no idea that the true nightmare was only just beginning.
                      
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❤︎︎ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆—𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒊