"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 19th, Thursday - 6:01 pm
You exhaled slowly as you sat up fully, running a hand through your hair to push the damp strands off your face.
The adrenaline was still fading, your limbs buzzing from the effort, your skin still warm from the fight—and maybe a little more than that.
You brushed your hands off on your thighs and stood up, not sparing so much as a glance over your shoulder.
"Oh hey guys," you said casually, like you hadn't just been bodied and pinned into the floor in front of them. "I guess you all saw that?"
Kirishima blinked like someone had just poked him awake.
His eyes had been locked on Bakugo the entire time—who still hadn't moved from where he'd shot up off of you.
Just a few feet behind you, standing stiff and silent like someone hit pause on his whole system.
"Uh—yeah," Kirishima finally answered, voice climbing an octave too high. "That, uh... that seemed intense!"
You huffed out a breath, not quite a laugh but close. "Yeah, it was. I really thought I had it."
You bent down slightly to grab your towel from the bench, oblivious to Bakugo.
"I was gonna try this reversal move I used back in training years ago," you said, pulling the towel over your shoulders. "Almost worked. Just... didn't expect him to be that fast on the counter."
Kirishima nodded along quickly, like he was glad the conversation was staying light. "Yeah no, I saw! That move was sick. Like—super clean. But then boom—he just flipped it on you."
"Yeah, typical," you muttered, half-grinning. "He lives for ruining people's strategies."
Kirishima chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck as he stepped forward to you.
Mina, on the other hand, didn't say anything.
She was quiet.
Still.
Her eyes were glued to Bakugo.
He hadn't moved.
Still standing a few feet behind you.
Still tense.
One hand pressed across his mouth and jaw like he was either biting the inside of his cheek or trying to hide the expression on his face.
