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-2nd person pov-
December 1st, Friday - 7:15 am
The morning air was crisp as you stepped out of your apartment complex, the faint golden hue of sunrise casting long shadows on the pavement.
You had woken up earlier than usual feeling determined to start your day strong with some free time before you began your shift.
The streets were still quiet, only the occasional sound of a car passing by filling the silence.
The weight of your bag hung comfortably against your shoulder as you adjusted your grip, your thoughts drifting while you walked.
Before leaving, you had spritzed on the same cherry perfume you always used.
The scent was familiar, sweet but not overpowering.
As you walked, the subtle fragrance followed, lingering in the cool air.
Your mind idly wandered until you suddenly remembered the lotion tucked away in your purse.
The one Bakugo had given you yesterday.
Your steps slowed slightly as you reached into your bag, your fingers brushing against the smooth plastic bottle before pulling it out.
You turned it over in your hands, the soft pink label adorned with delicate cherries catching the morning light.
A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you flipped the cap open.
The scent was immediate—warm, fruity, and slightly creamy.
It blended effortlessly with your perfume, enhancing the fragrance rather than overwhelming it.
You poured a small amount onto your palm, the coolness of the lotion contrasting with the warmth of your skin.
With slow, gentle movements, you spread it across your hands, smoothing it over your arms, letting it absorb.
It felt soft, luxurious even, and as you rubbed it in, you found yourself pausing for just a second longer than necessary.
Bringing your hands up to your nose, you took a deep inhale.
It smelled... nice. Familiar, yet different.
Like you, but more.
It felt richer, somehow—deeper than just the perfume alone.
Almost like a finishing touch to something you hadn't even realized was incomplete.
A thought made you pause and question.
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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 || ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ
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