"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 - 11:59 am
-VOTE RIGHT NOW-
You stepped up to the counter with a relaxed smile, Michi keeping pace beside Bakugo like she hadn't just spent her entire existence hating the concept of a leash.
Behind the register stood a familiar face—bright eyes, hair pulled back in a neat low ponytail, and that signature calm smile that could probably soothe a hurricane.
Mai.
She looked up from the tablet she was tapping through, then lit up the moment she saw you.
"Y/N!" she beamed, her voice soft but warm as a hug. "What a surprise."
You grinned back. "Hey, Mai."
Her smile widened, pleasantly caught off guard. "I didn't expect to see you here on a Sunday."
You let out a light chuckle. "Honestly, I didn't expect to come here either. Just earlier today, I decided to take Michi out on a date," you said, gesturing down at Michi who was currently sitting like a perfect angel at Bakugo's heel.
"And then I remembered this place makes pet snacks, so... figured I'd stop by."
Mai gave a soft laugh and nodded, folding her hands together. "Well, it's so great to see you."
And then—
Bakugo turned his head from behind you, scanning the place carefully with his usual 'I hate the world' expression.
Mai's gaze shifted over your shoulder.
Her eyes widened slightly, her posture straightening.
Her polite smile stayed in place, but her eyebrows rose ever so slightly—just enough to register surprise as Bakugo stood tall and unbothered, hands still casually gripping both leashes in one fist.
The guy might as well have been carved from stone, standing there with his jaw set in its usual gruff angle, eyes flicking around the menu overhead.
You felt the heat of his stare brush past you as he glanced down toward the counter—then at Mai, expression unreadable, resting somewhere between vaguely annoyed and neutrally detached.
Michi, meanwhile, sat obediently at his side like some reformed troublemaker, her tail wrapped neatly around her feet.
She gave a slow, lazy blink up at Mai like she owned the place.
Taiyo had chosen to lie down completely.
One paw outstretched, the other tucked under, tongue hanging out like he'd been sprinting a marathon—but his eyes were content and tracking every movement with casual interest.
