"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, Thursday - 12:28 am
The familiar click of your apartment doorhoed into the quiet as you stepped inside, the winter air following behind you before the door swung shut.
Michi was already there waiting like a silent guardian of the entryway, her tail flicking as she meowed up at you.
"Hey, Mich," you greeted with a tired smile, adjusting the bags and wrapped gifts in your arms as you tried to nudge the door shut with your foot.
"I'd give you cuddles but—" you glanced down at the load in your hands, "—kinda got my arms full right now."
Michi meowed again, this time louder, tail curling in impatience.
"I know, I know," you said as you padded inside and gently dropped everything on the couch. "There. Happy now?"
She immediately jumped onto the armrest, staring at you like she was deeply offended you didn't drop to your knees and worship her first.
You laughed under your breath and crouched beside her, reaching up to scratch behind her ears. "You're so dramatic, it's unreal. You missed me that bad, huh?"
She purred instantly, melting into your touch.
"Yeah, yeah," you cooed, your voice dropping into soft baby-talk. "I missed you too, princess. Even though you'd sell me out for a bag of tuna."
You scooped her up for a second, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head before letting her wriggle free.
The apartment was dim, quiet—only the faint hum of the heater and Michi's distant purring filling the space.
You stood up again and stretched with a long sigh.
And there it was.
That thought.
That presence.
Him.
No matter how loud the room or how quiet the space, Katsuki Bakugo always found a way to occupy the corners of your mind.
Like a shadow stitched into your consciousness.
A constant, quiet hum underneath it all.
You shook the feeling off as best you could, heading to your room and kicking off your shoes on the way.
A bath. You needed a bath. A slow, late-night one.
The kind that unraveled every thread of tension in your shoulders and pulled it down the drain with the water.
