"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue, isn't cringe and realistic.
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐢𝐧 "𝐏𝐭: 𝟎...
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-2nd person pov-
November 17th, Friday - 5:27 pm
The blonde lifted his head, shaking his messy hair as he revealed a goofy, bewildered expression that bordered on idiotic.
His wide eyes sparkled with confusion, and he held his thumbs up in a comically exaggerated way.
"FU FU FU!!" he exclaimed with an air of clueless triumph.
Mina and Jirou exchanged collective sighs, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and annoyance at his antics.
"Are you serious right now..." Jirou muttered, resting her face in the palm of her hand, disappointment evident in her posture.
Unlike the two girls, Kirishima found the sight immensely entertaining. He couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Dude, how did this even happen??" he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
The black-haired guy, leaning against a wall by the door, sighed heavily, letting the blonde wander around the room with his thumbs held high like a child showing off a poorly completed school project.
"He fell into the fountain..." he confessed, stepping further into the room, moving towards the couch as he resigned himself to the absurdity of the situation.
Kirishima roared with laughter at this revelation while Jirou shot him an exasperated roll of her eyes.
"How'd he get all zappy?" Jirou inquired as she lifted herself from her beanbag chair.
Her curiosity piqued, and she walked over to the yellow-haired goof.
The black-haired man sat down heavily in Jirou's beanbag, leaning back as he swiped his hands harshly over his face as if to wipe away the absurdity surrounding him.
"A bee landed on his nose," he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement despite his earlier frustration.
Jirou sighed, shaking her head with a mix of disbelief and concern before she reached out to the blonde.
However, he playfully hopped away, darting toward the small kitchen with an oblivious grin plastered across his face.
He stood there for a moment, staring blankly at Bakugo, who was still sitting by the kitchen island, trying to catch his attention.
After a few seconds, Bakugo slowly glared at him from the corner of his eye, his expression a blend of irritation and disdain, making the blonde gulp nervously.
Not to be deterred, the blonde flashed two enthusiastic thumbs up, his arms waving around like he was trying to signal a rescue plane.
"Ah?" he offered, an idiotic sound escaping his lips as he awaited Bakugo's approval.
