"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 is realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't...
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-2nd person pov-
November 25th, Saturday - 4:02 pm
"Hey!" Denki greets, eyes flitting between you and Kirishima.
"Look who decided to show up together! You guys coordinating entrances now?"
Kirishima laughs, giving Denki a light punch on the shoulder. "Nah, just coincidence. I pulled up right behind her."
You shake your head, amused. "Yeah, he caught me standing outside like a weirdo."
Denki snickers. "Nice. Love that for you."
You cringe internally, but Kirishima nudges you lightly, offering a reassuring grin.
"We bringing the party to the door, or are you gonna let us in, Denki?" Kirishimas asks jokingly.
Denki steps back dramatically, gesturing you inside with a sweeping motion.
"By all means, make yourselves at home! But, uh, be warned-Mina and Sero have taken over the food, and it's... a little chaotic."
You step over the threshold, immediately greeted by the warmth of Jirou's home.
The living room glows with string lights, soft yet colorful, casting a relaxed ambiance over the space.
Music thrums through the air, something distinctly Jirou's style-chill but engaging.
The place is alive with conversation and laughter, the kind of easy, unfiltered chaos that only comes from close friends hanging out.
Denki, ever the social butterfly, bounds ahead, already calling out to someone in the kitchen.
Kirishima hangs back just enough for you to slip off your boots before falling into step beside you.
From your spot near the entrance, you scan the room, taking in the familiar faces.
Mina and Sero are at the kitchen counter, locked in what appears to be a heated argument over nachos.
Jirou is lounging on the couch, earbuds slung around her neck, watching the chaos unfold with an exasperated smirk.
And then there's him.
Leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, crimson gaze flicking lazily over the room-Bakugo.
Your stomach does an uncomfortable flip.
It's brief, but you see it-his gaze landing on you, before he looks away, jaw tightening slightly.
You swallow hard.
Kirishima, noticing the interaction, pats your shoulder lightly. "See? Not so bad. If he knew it was you and was really mad about it, he'd have already stormed over here."
