"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-
November 28th, Tuesday - 7:20 am
The sharp blare of your alarm yanked you from sleep, the sound slicing through the quiet of your apartment like an unwanted intrusion.
You groaned, face buried into your pillow, as your hand sluggishly reached toward your nightstand, blindly feeling around until you finally managed to smack the snooze button.
The silence that followed was brief, but comforting.
Your body felt heavy, still weighed down by sleep, but as the early morning light seeped in through your curtains, your mind slowly began to catch up.
And then-
The memories started flooding back.
The rhythmic pounding of drumsticks against drumheads.
Hasuke's excitement, his energy bouncing off the walls as Bakugo effortlessly kept up with him.
The scent of spiced curry, the warmth of dinner conversation, the teasing remarks and unexpected moments of ease.
And...
Your chest tightened slightly as your mind replayed the moment in Hasuke's room.
The phone incident.
The way Bakugo had caught you.
The heavy silence, the tension, the moment being so intimidating that you didn't even notice the way your fingers curled slightly against your sheets.
Even so, before your thoughts could spiral any further, your eyes flickered to something beside you.
Your nightstand.
And there, sitting right next to your phone, was the small container of antiseptic cream.
The same one Bakugo had shoved into your hands before leaving.
For a moment, you just stared at it.
Your mind replayed the way he had sighed, how he had avoided your eyes when he gave it to you.
How his fingers had lingered for just a second too long.
