"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 - 8:27 pm
The air in the gym was thick with the familiar scent of sweat, exertion, and burned energy.
The buzz of earlier intensity had cooled down into calm chatter and the soft sound of bags being zipped, water bottles being refilled, and sneakers squeaking faintly against the floor.
You pulled your hoodie on over your sports bra and wiped the side of your face with a towel.
Your muscles were sore in the best way-warm and stretched, no pain, just the kind of exhaustion that meant you went hard.
Mina slipped her oversized zip-up on and tied her curls up with a loose scrunchie. "Okay but next time? I'm sparring for real. I can't let you have all the fun," she said as she slung her duffle over her shoulder.
"You say that every time we train," Kirishima grinned, pulling on his sweatshirt and shaking out his wild red hair.
"Because I mean it every time," she shot back with a dramatic pout.
Bakugo adjusted the sleeves on his hoodie, his head down as he checked the lock on the inside panel of the agency's training gym.
He always did it last.
Always triple-checked.
You clicked your water bottle shut and tossed it into your bag. "You know, for a guy who throws literal explosions around, you're real paranoid about safety codes."
Bakugo glanced back at you. "That's why I haven't blown anything up on accident."
"Yet," Mina chimed, smirking.
"Shut it."
"Still not a burn, try again."
Kirishima laughed as he slid on his shoes. "You two really never quit."
Bakugo rolled his eyes and stepped out into the hallway first, keys in hand.
He pulled the steel door behind him and tapped the panel to seal the gym.
A soft beep confirmed the lock.
The lights inside powered down, leaving only the corridor ahead lit.
Everyone had shifted into casual mode-no more training tension, no more combat energy.
Just four tired pros heading out, hoodies on, bags slung low, like any other normal evening.
As they started walking down the hall together, Mina subtly elbowed Kirishima in the ribs.
He looked over, confused, until she widened her eyes and nodded hard toward Bakugo, who was a few steps ahead.
