"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 13th, Friday - 5:38 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.
"Okay, but 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 let out a deep sigh, shaking her head with a blend of disbelief and concern before reaching out toward the blonde in an attempt to steady him.
But he was already gone.
With a sudden, exaggerated hop, he dodged her hand and stumbled toward the small kitchen area, an oblivious, goofy grin stretching across his face as if he had no idea he was still dripping water everywhere.
He skidded to a stop a few feet from Bakugo and stood there stiffly, staring at him with wide, vacant eyes—like a puppy waiting for approval after making an absolute mess.
Bakugo, who had been quietly scrolling through his phone at the kitchen island, didn't even bother to turn his head at first.
Only after a few long, painfully awkward seconds did he shift his gaze just enough to side-eye the blonde.
