"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 24th, Tuesday - 11:27 pm
The question lingered in the air, heavy and intimate, and your mind was struggling to wrap around the feelings that had been tangled up ever since that night at Bakugo's house.
You glanced around the backyard, eyes drifting lazily from the soft glow of the fairy lights above to the empty patio chairs near the corner, your thoughts spiraling.
The silence stretched long enough to catch Mina's attention again.
"Well...?" she prompted, her voice softer this time, not teasing, just curious.
You looked up at her for a second-just long enough to meet her eyes-and then looked away again just as quickly.
You swallowed down the growing tightness in your chest before answering.
"I don't know," you admitted.
Your voice came out low.
Jirou and Mina both leaned in slightly, sensing the vulnerability in your tone.
Neither of them said anything at first. They just waited, listening.
"I've thought about it a lot since that day," you continued, voice still uncertain. "And... I'm not sure what to think. What it means. What I feel."
You could hear Mina gasp softly beside you, her entire posture straightening like your answer had physically jolted her.
"What?!" she blurted, eyes wide in disbelief.
Jirou gave her a quick look, brows raised. "Mina-" she started to say, but Mina lifted a finger and looked at you again, more serious this time, as if something important had just clicked in her head.
"Okay, okay," Mina said, her tone shifting from playful to grounded. "I understand all of this might be a little sudden. This is a lot. You're still sorting through everything... But just-look at it this way for a second."
She scooted closer, her words slowing down so you'd hear every single one.
"Bakugo cares in his own way," she said, her voice low and sincere. "He helped you through something really hard. Not just physically, but emotionally. And it wasn't easy for you to open up. It wasn't easy for him either."
You listened, even though your eyes were fixed somewhere off in the distance again.
You knew she was right.
Every memory played like a montage in your head-his scowls softening during training, the way he waited without ever rushing you, the quiet patience in his words when you got overwhelmed.
