"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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-Bakugo's pov-
Flashback -20 questions game last chapter-
The game carried on, the room filled with easy laughter and playful banter as questions bounced around.
One after another, ridiculous answers were thrown out, each one met with groans or bursts of laughter.
It was light, comfortable-just another night of hanging out like we always did.
And yet, something felt off.
At first, I figured it was just the shift in the atmosphere.
Going from playing music to just lounging around left a weird restlessness in my chest.
I was stuck sitting in the middle of this mess of a game, arms crossed, watching my idiot friends run their mouths.
That should've been all it was.
But the longer I sat there, the more I noticed it-that nagging, crawling feeling at the back of my neck.
A quiet, persistent awareness, like an itch I couldn't scratch.
The weight of it.
The weight of being watched.
My brow furrowed slightly as my gaze flicked around the room, and that's when I caught it-just a fraction of a second too late.
Her. (you)
Her eyes were on me.
Not for long, though-just as quickly, she looked away, shifting in her seat like nothing had happened.
The hell?
I almost brushed it off.
Maybe she was zoning out. Maybe it was nothing.
But then it happened again.
And again.
Not full-on staring, not enough to call her out on it, but I could feel it every damn time.
A quiet, lingering gaze-there and then gone, like she didn't want to be caught.
I knew better than to think I was imagining things.
Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to snap at someone for that kind of thing-throw out a sharp, "What the hell are you lookin' at?"-but this time, I didn't.
And I wasn't sure why.
Maybe because she wasn't being obnoxious about it.
Just... off.
It wasn't unsettling, exactly. But it wasn't nothing either.
