Normal: Talking
Italics: Thinking
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-2nd person pov-
December 4th, Monday - 2:21 pm
Bakugo stepped into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him with a dull thud.
He dropped his keys onto the table beside the entryway, kicked off his boots, and slung his gear bag to the floor in one smooth motion.
He exhaled deeply.
Patrol was fine.
Quiet, uneventful.
But even now, back in his own space, the weight in his chest hadn't let up.
He walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it halfway with cold water.
His eyes didn't leave the floor as he leaned against the counter, sipping slowly.
And just like that, the memories from yesterday came rushing in.
Your apartment.
Michi in her harness.
Taiyo being a menace.
You at that pet-friendly café, laughing like you hadn't laughed in weeks.
That elevator.
Your sweater slipping down.
His arm around your waist.
Your face on his chest.
The way it all felt—dangerously normal.
Too comfortable.
His cheeks flushed lightly, and he cursed himself for it. "Tch. Get it together."
He set the glass down harder than necessary and rubbed a hand down his face.
And then Kirishima's voice echoed in his head.
"You like her."
His jaw tightened.
He didn't want to admit it.
Didn't even know how to deal with it.
Feelings like that?
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