Pt: 35 - Relief

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Normal: Talking
Italics: Thinking

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-2nd person pov-

November 27th, Monday - 8:39 pm

☆ I advice some sentimental/R&B
music for this chapter ☆

Your breath felt shallow as gripped your wrist, the lingering sting pulsing beneath your fingertips.

The room felt tighter, smaller.

And Bakugo—standing right in front of you, his presence overwhelming—was completely, utterly silent.

You slowly looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his.

His expression was hard to read.

His usual scowl was there, but there was something else—something sharper, more intense.

His red eyes flickered down to your wrist, where you were still holding onto it, his brows drawing together just slightly.

His gaze lingered there for a beat too long before shifting back up to your face.

"The hell are you doin'?" His voice was low, edged, but there was no immediate explosion of anger—just something firm, questioning.

Your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out at first.

Your mind was still catching up.

How had he even gotten here so fast?

How long had he been standing there?

Had he seen everything?

Your throat felt tight.

"I—"

You swallowed, forcing your voice to stay even.

"I was just—"

Your words faltered as Bakugo's gaze flickered to the phone on the floor, lying right between you both.

Shit.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

A beat of silence passed.

Then—slowly, deliberately—he took a step forward.

And you?

You took a step back.

The air between you felt thick, heavy, charged with something unspoken.

Your fingers remained curled around your wrist, the dull ache still present, but your focus was locked entirely on him.

Bakugo stood rigid, unmoving, his eyes pinned on you with an intensity that made your stomach tighten.

You weren't sure how long the two of you just stood there—locked in some kind of silent, unspoken battle.

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