"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-
December 2nd, Saturday - 7:18 pm
The group made their way toward the entry section, voices overlapping, breath visible in the air as the soft sound of skates against ice echoed from the nearby rink.
Mina and Kirishima naturally took the lead, walking a few steps ahead of everyone else.
Mina had her phone in one hand and a printed confirmation in the other.
“Okay,” she said, voice bouncing with energy as she waved the paper at the guy behind the ticket booth. “Reservation for six. Outdoor night skating. Under Mina Ashido.”
“Technically I made the reservation,” Kirishima muttered with a grin, stepping up beside her.
“Details,” she waved him off. “I’m the personality, you’re the spreadsheet.”
“Hey,” he laughed. “Respect the admin role.”
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Behind them, Jirou stood between Denki and Sero, hands deep in the pockets of her black parka, shoulders hunched slightly against the cold.
“Are y’all actually gonna skate or just stand around roasting each other for two hours?” she asked, glancing between the two of them.
“Why not both?” Sero replied with a shrug.
Denki nodded eagerly. “Exactly. A little public humiliation on ice builds character.”
You stood nearby, not fully in the mix of the conversation, but not far.
You tossed in a few comments here and there—mostly at Denki when he said something dumb—but your voice didn’t linger in the group for long.
You leaned against a metal railing just off to the side, boots crunching in the thin layer of snow still on the ground.
Your hands were at your sides, fingers curled slightly, knuckles stiff.
You didn’t notice how dry your hands had gotten until the sting of the air really settled in.
Shit.
You slowly pulled them in front of you, cupping them together and blowing warm air into your palms.
