"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
October 6th, Friday - 1:28 am
You approached the convenience store and pulled the glass door open.
A soft chime rang overhead, and a gentle lavender-scented breeze swept into your face—clean, refreshing, and such a contrast to the chaos from moments before.
Inside, warm fluorescent lights brightened the aisles, and the faint hum of the refrigerators filled the air.
The cashier, a young woman with a tired but friendly smile, looked up from her screen and nodded at you.
You returned the gesture before making your way deeper into the store. Your heels clicked sharply against the linoleum floor with each step, echoing lightly through the quiet space.
At the back, rows of freezers lined the wall. Cold frosted glass hid dozens of bottled drinks.
You crouched down and spotted a few water bottles sitting neatly at the bottom shelf.
You opened the freezer door, letting out a small puff of chilled air, and grabbed three bottles in your hands.
"Why three?"
The voice made you jump slightly.
You looked up from your crouched position to see Bakugou standing beside you. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, posture impatient, gaze sharp and unmoving.
"Oh—uh," you started nervously, clutching the bottles tighter. "One for Kirishima and Mina to share... and two separate ones for me and you."
"I don't need one," he muttered, glaring down at you with those piercing red eyes.
"Oh. Okay..." you whispered, cheeks warming in embarrassment.
You quietly placed one bottle back and stood up, closing the freezer door.
For a moment, you found yourself standing directly in front of him. That's when you noticed—he was tall.
Much taller than you expected. Even in your heels, he still had a solid two to four inches on you.
Without a word, you stepped past him, the remaining bottles tucked in your arms.
He followed behind you—close enough that you could hear the quiet weight of his footsteps, but far enough to keep an awkward distance.
You walked into the medication aisle and grabbed a small bottle of ibuprofen.
With everything in hand, you headed toward the front counter, Bakugou still trailing silently behind like a shadow you didn't ask for.
