"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-
November 29th, Wednesday - 5:12 pm
The door shut with a quiet click behind him as Bakugo stepped into his apartment, his body heavier than usual.
Patrols had been long, exhausting, and annoyingly tedious.
Nothing major had happened—just a few minor incidents, some reckless idiots who didn’t know when to quit, and the usual swarm of civilians stopping him for pictures or questions.
But somewhere between the constant movement, the sharp focus, and the lingering adrenaline, he had completely forgotten to take care of himself.
His body reminded him of that the second he walked in.
His throat felt dry as hell.
Without wasting a second, he strode toward the kitchen, yanking open the fridge with one sharp pull.
The cool air brushed against his face as his eyes immediately landed on a row of fresh water bottles.
Without thinking, he grabbed one, twisted off the cap, and tilted his head back to drink.
The first sip was ice cold, refreshing, exactly what he needed.
He took a few more deep gulps, the ache in his throat easing slightly.
With his free hand, he shut the fridge door, exhaling through his nose as he leaned against the counter.
His muscles were sore but manageable, his uniform still clinging to his skin, carrying the faint scent of city streets, smoke, and the lingering rush of battle.
It was nothing new.
Just another day.
As Bakugo drank deeply from the bottle, his eyes wandered—landing on the whiteboard calendar stuck to his fridge.
His attention was then fully focused from the water to the white board.
It was covered in quick, sharp handwriting, marking patrol schedules, training sessions, and a few personal reminders scribbled in red.
He stared at it blankly, his mind half-zoned out.
But then—
His eyes landed on December 1st.
And there, written in bold letters, was:
“Mom’s Bday.”
He stared at it, his brain not fully processing what he had just read.
And then—it hit him.
His eyes widened instantly.
The water he had just taken a sip of went down the wrong way, making him choke slightly.
