"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 25th, Wednesday - 9:21 pm
You glanced up from your phone and straightened up a little. "Hm?"
Her eyes were on the tree across from you, one arm resting along the back of the couch, fingers idly drumming. "That guy... Bakugo. You see him pretty often, don't you?"
You nodded slowly. "Yeah."
She tilted her head slightly, still not looking directly at you. "You two spend a lot of time together?"
You shrugged, your voice casual but not dismissive. "I guess you could say that. Mostly for training, though."
Your mom gave a soft hum in response. Not a disapproving one, just thoughtful.
She sat back a little further, getting comfortable, her expression unreadable in that way only she could manage.
"You know," she said after a beat, "I don't really know much about him. I've only met him once, and even then, it wasn't for long. But I gotta admit..."
She turned her head slightly, giving you a sidelong glance.
"...He didn't strike me as the type of guy who goes out of his way to help people. Especially not consistently."
You laughed under your breath, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he doesn't. It's actually kinda weird sometimes. I mean, not bad-weird. Just... surprising."
Your mom's brows raised slightly. "Surprising?"
You shifted your legs onto the couch and leaned further into the cushions, relaxing again.
"He cares," you said, voice a little softer now. "Not like most people. He doesn't say it, and half the time he's still yelling, but... it shows. In little ways. Like when he checks if I ate that day. Or makes sure I'm wearing my brace when we train. Or walks me home even though he pretends he was 'just going that way.'"
Kiara blinked slowly, her lips pulling into a subtle smirk. "His one way, huh?"
You nodded with a small smile. "Yeah."
The room grew quiet. Not awkward, just reflective.
You both sat in the silence, watching the lights on the tree blink and sway, the quiet clinking of dishes in the kitchen echoing faintly from the other room.
Then, after a pause, Kiara spoke again-calm, composed, but direct.
"You like him?"
Your head turned sharply. "Wh-?" You choked on your own breath and coughed once, caught completely off guard.
