"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 26th, Friday - 8:12 pm
It had been about ten minutes since you disappeared down the hall after Mina, vanishing into your room with the door shut behind you.
Ten very long, very silent minutes.
Silent only on the outside, anyway.
Thanks to Jirou, who sat casually on the floor with her back resting against the couch, her posture relaxed and her expression neutral—completely unbothered.
To anyone glancing her way, she looked like she was just zoning out, listening to Denki's never-ending storytime like everyone else.
But in reality, her earphone jack was snaked discreetly down her hoodie sleeve, slipping through the fabric like a hidden wire and pressed flat against the hardwood beneath her.
No one noticed her subtle movements.
Not when Denki was animatedly reenacting something none of them asked for.
He was in the middle of a very dramatic retelling of his first hero mission with Minoru, waving his hands wildly, practically shouting with excitement as he explained every ridiculous detail.
Everyone was wrapped up in the chaos.
Everyone except Jirou...
...and Bakugo.
Jirou had a job to do and she was doing it flawlessly. She wasn't just listening in.
No, she was actively erasing the noise coming from your room.
Every giggle, every shuffle of feet, every thump from Mina being... Mina. She filtered all of it out, blending them into nothing with soft, careful vibrations of counter-sound.
It took precision. Focus. And she managed it while keeping an entirely bored expression on her face.
Meanwhile, Bakugo hadn't moved from his place on the couch since you'd left.
He wasn't listening to Denki at all. Not even pretending to. He was slouched back, arms crossed, eyes heavily lidded. Not in annoyance, but in deep thought.
The kind he rarely let himself sink into around people.
He didn't do that often.
Actually—he almost never did that.
Normally he absorbed everything around him even when he acted like he wasn't.
