"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 3rd, Sunday - 10:19 am
It was quiet in your apartment.
Late morning light poured through the blinds, streaking golden lines across the floor as you moved through the kitchen in a previously worn t-shirt and pajama shorts.
You didn't have work-it was Sunday-and you'd rolled out of bed about two hours ago, still slightly groggy, hair messy, but mind already turning.
The sizzle of a pan was the only real sound breaking the silence.
You stood at the stove, spatula in hand, lazily stirring your eggs as your thoughts wandered back to last night.
The skating. The dinner. The panic attack.
Bakugo.
Your lips pulled into something small.
Thoughtful.
Maybe amused.
You hadn't expected it-that side of him.
Sure, you always knew there was more behind all the grumbling and eye-rolling and explosions, but still... the way he'd looked at you.
The way he'd stood there outside that restaurant, not saying much, but being there.
The way he didn't push when you couldn't explain.
The way he understood.
That ride home. The calm in his voice. The quiet concern behind it.
He really was a good friend.
A damn good one.
You sighed softly, blinking the thoughts away as the smell of eggs snapped your focus back.
You turned off the stove, plated the eggs along with the rest of your breakfast, and picked up your utensils.
You walked over to the kitchen island, setting everything down before taking a seat on the stool.
It was quiet again.
Just you and the food.
And the thoughts you hadn't quite finished sorting through.
And Bakugo still in the back of your head.
You took a slow bite of your eggs, chewing thoughtfully while your free hand reached for your phone.
Unlocking it with a tap, you opened Pinterest-your go-to for just about everything.
Outfit ideas, recipes, interior decor, even the random motivational quotes that only hit when you were lying awake at two in the morning.
