Normal: Talking
Italics: Thinking
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-2nd person pov-
December 1st, Friday - 6:59 pm
You unlock the door to your apartment with a quiet click, the weight of the afternoon still trailing behind you.
Michi's already there, padding over with that usual mix of grace and attitude, tail curling around your leg as if to say, 'Took you long enough.'
You slip off your shoes, drop your stuff where it always goes, and go through the motions of getting comfortable without really thinking about it.
Michi hops onto the couch and waits for you to join her like she runs the place-which, honestly, she kind of does.
You finally settle in beside her, scratching under her chin.
She purrs like she hasn't judged you at least ten times today.
Your mind drifts back to earlier.
The café.
You were happy they were there even if it wasn't planned.
Bakugo might not have said it outright, but you could tell-he was enjoying it.
Even if he spent half the time acting like he didn't.
You smile a little at the thought.
Still an arrogant pain in the ass, you think.
But...
But it was nice.
Just being around them.
Just existing in the same space, even with the usual edge in his voice and that ridiculous way he acts like he's doing you a favor by showing up.
You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone, glancing at the screen out of habit.
No new messages, not that you were expecting any.
With a small sigh, you stretch your arms up over your head, a satisfying pop cracking from your shoulders.
Yeah... a shower sounds like a good move.
Michi watches you from the couch, eyes half-lidded like she's silently judging your pace.
You roll your eyes at her but smile anyway.
As you step into your room, you brush a hand down your hair, feeling the slight tug from a knot that's been there all day.
You walk over to your bedside table and plug your phone in, setting it down with a soft thud.
You make your way to the dresser, pull out something soft and oversized, then head for the bathroom.
Behind you, Michi trails lazily, stopping just short of the door like she knows it's too humid in there for her tastes.
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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 || ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ
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