"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 30th, Thursday - 4:25 pm
As the group stepped further into the store, Kirishima clapped his hands together. “Alright, we should split up to cover more ground. The faster we find a good gift, the faster we get out of here before Bakugo loses his mind.”
Bakugo scoffed. “Tch. I wouldn’t have to lose my mind if you guys weren’t so damn slow.”
Sero smirked. “We just started, dude.”
Denki stretched his arms over his head. “Alright, alright! Let’s meet back here in, like, fifteen minutes?”
Everyone gave a nod before heading in different directions.
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4:32 pm
You took your time browsing through the handbag section, letting your fingers trail over the different textures—soft leather, smooth satin, sturdy canvas.
Some bags caught your interest, their designs elegant or practical, but you weren’t in a rush to decide on anything.
The quiet hum of the store’s ambient music and the occasional chatter of other shoppers filled the space, making it easy to lose yourself in the simple act of looking.
You moved to another display, eyeing a sleek black handbag with silver accents when a faint presence nearby caught your attention.
At first, you ignored it, assuming it was just another customer passing through.
But as you reached for the bag, you sensed the same presence lingering close, moving along the same row.
Curious but not expecting anything in particular, you turned your head slightly—only to see Bakugo standing a few feet away, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stared at a display of bags.
His eyes darted from one to another, his brows slightly furrowed.
You watched him for a moment, amused at the way he half-heartedly inspected a random bag, flipping it over like he was searching for an instruction manual.
He seemed… lost.
And judging by the twitch of his fingers, maybe a little annoyed.
Then, as if sensing your gaze, his eyes flicked toward you, locking on with sharp recognition.
You both hesitated, neither saying a word right away.
The silence stretched between you for a few more seconds, neither of you making an effort to speak.
