"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 4th, Monday - 7:58 pm
The three hours of training had flown by faster than you expected.
After the initial mobility and reaction drills, Bakugo had shifted seamlessly into a quiet mentor role.
He didn't coddle or explain things step by step, but he watched everything.
His instructions were clipped, to the point.
"Shift your weight left next time," he'd mutter after a movement.
Or, "Don't let your guard drop after a strike. Always expect a counter."
It wasn't warm, exactly, but it wasn't cold either.
It was just Bakugo.
Direct, clear, and somehow encouraging.
Kirishima had joined in too, not just as a sparring partner, but as someone who offered useful input.
"Try pivoting your foot here," he said during one round. "Your balance gets tighter that way."
He was the upbeat to Bakugo's grit.
Supportive, positive, and always smiling.
The drills had shifted from reaction to tactical footwork, then light partner sparring, with each of them trading off with you, observing how fast you adapted.
It was fast-paced, sweaty, and demanding, but not overwhelming.
You were pushed, but not broken.
Bakugo never said it, but there was something about how he kept calling out notes just to you, how his eyes rarely left your form as you moved.
Like he was making sure you didn't fall behind-or maybe making sure you didn't give up on yourself.
Now, as the final round wrapped up, your body ached in the best possible way.
"Alright, that's enough for today," Bakugo said, finally lowering his arms, his breathing a little heavier than usual.
You exhaled hard and dropped to the mat like you'd just finished a marathon. "Finally!"
