"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 - 12:25 am
"Hey Kacchan!"
You raised a brow, watching him with quiet interest as he brought the phone up to his ear.
Bakugo rolled his eyes hard enough you thought they might get stuck. "The hell do you want so late?"
The voice on the other end—light, casual, and a little too cheerful for this time of night—chuckled. "Oh yeah, sorry about that. Being a teacher has really distracted me from the time. On top of trying to come back as a hero, this job has been really tiring."
The voice kept going, oblivious or just ignoring Bakugo's mood entirely. "You could ask Ochaco! She's always talking about how tired I get when I get home from wor—"
Bakugo cut in, his tone sharp. "I really could care less about all of that. Just get to the poin—"
But he didn't get to finish.
Another voice suddenly chimed in from the phone, feminine and bright. "Who are you talking about me to?"
"Oh, just Kacchan!" the man replied casually, like it was no big deal.
There was a beat of delighted recognition. "Bakugo? Really?!"
Then she greeted, warm and chipper: "Hey, Bakugo! How've you been?"
Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering flatly, "I was better before you decided to talk to me."
You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a laugh, glancing down at your lap as you fought off a grin.
"It's been so long since I've seen you!" she continued, not fazed by his tone. "It's been like forever!"
The guy jumped back in, agreeing enthusiastically. "Right? It really has, hasn't it?"
"Yup," she said cheerfully. "We should really try and plan a day for us to catch up."
"Yeah," the man agreed. "We actually haven't seen anyone from Class A recently at all."
Then he added, almost too casually, "We should plan a day for all of us to hang out."
Bakugo visibly stiffened in his seat.
You caught the exact moment his eye twitched, followed by the low, begrudging groan from his chest.
"That sounds like hell."
You let out a quiet chuckle next to him.
The man on the phone laughed too, clearly used to Bakugo's dramatics. "Typical for you."
Bakugo didn't even bother to argue.
"Anyway," the guy said, shifting tone slightly, "I only called you to talk about my next teaching."
