- Adult Bakugo and fem reader fanfiction -
Realistic and not cringe. I reread every chapter to make sure everything is perfect.
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-2nd person pov-
You retraced your steps down the familiar hallway, the soft hum of conversation drawing you back into the living room where the group was gathered.
As you emerged into the spacious room filled with laughter and chatter, you noticed Minas’ gaze cutting through the noise, her brow quirked in curiosity.
You settled into the plush couch beside her, the cushions sinking slightly under your weight.
The lively discussions continued around you, but your attention was entirely focused on Mina, her expression a mix of intrigue and amusement.
After a moment of silence, you decided to address her raised brow. “What?” you inquired, your voice slightly laced with confusion.
With a playful glint in her eye, Mina lowered her brow and scrutinized you, her gaze traveling from your face down to your outfit. “What was that?” she asked, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
You felt a wave of awkwardness wash over you as you replied, “Uhhhh, what was what?”
Her smirk widened, and she leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, “What were you and Bakugo talking about?”
You fumbled a bit, your hands searching your back pocket until you extracted the lip gloss that had been the center of attention. “He was just returning my lip gloss,” you explained, holding it up for her to see.
Mina raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. “Oh, yeah? Okay,” she replied, her side-eye lingering on you with an air of disbelief.
You shot her a return glance, a silent challenge in your eyes, before reclining back into the couch, crossing your arms defensively.
Just then, Bakugo appeared at the end start of the hallway, his presence commanding immediate attention.
You observed his movements with a mix of intrigue and apprehension as he strode across the room, his expression unyielding.
He settled into his seat, the chair creaking slightly under him, and pulled out his phone, seemingly engrossed in whatever was on the screen.
Suddenly, you felt the weight of his gaze upon you, his intense eyes locking onto yours.
You quickly averted your gaze, pretending to be absorbed in the conversation around you, your heart racing at the unexpected attention.
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It had been a few hours since everyone gathered together for a cozy hangout.
The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with laughter and animated discussions about life.
