"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 - 9:57 pm
The night wound down slowly, the kind of slow that comes after hours of comfort and easy conversation.
Eventually, even the spontaneous energy that had sparked the hangout began to settle, replaced by that collective awareness: it was late, and tomorrow was another day full of hero work, training, or whatever responsibilities each of them had lined up.
Right as Mina left the room earlier, she casually proposed the Saturday hangout—eyes gleaming with a very specific kind of excitement.
Only you, Jirou, and Mina knew the real intention behind it, but Mina delivered it with the perfect "totally normal idea" tone.
Tight timing, last minute, out of the blue... but somehow the whole group was instantly on board.
Kirishima grinned and agreed without hesitation, as open and easygoing as ever. Sero nodded along with a laid-back shrug, leaning into the spontaneity.
Denki reacted like a kid being told he could stay up past his bedtime—practically vibrating with excitement.
And Bakugo... well, he didn't exactly light up at the idea, but he muttered a short, noncommittal "okay" that counted as him agreeing.
After that, the night returned to softness—quiet jokes, lingering conversations, the warm buzz of company that clung to everyone like a blanket.
Now, the living room was full of movement as everyone gathered their things. Shoes thudded lightly against the floor, jackets rustled, bags were lifted and slung over shoulders.
The cozy atmosphere slowly shifted into that familiar end-of-the-night routine.
Bakugo, of course, had disappeared the second he stood up, muttering something under his breath as he made his way to the restroom.
You weren't surprised—he was always the first to vanish, always the last to leave.
Near the entryway, Jirou zipped up her hoodie, her earjacks swaying slightly as she turned toward you.
Denki stood beside her, shoulders slumped dramatically, clearly disappointed the night had to end.
"I had fun, Y/n. See you all tomorrow," Jirou said, lifting a hand in a casual wave.
Denki lifted his own hand in a droopy, lazy motion. "Byeeee..." he whined, bordering on a pout.
You laughed softly and waved back. "It was great having you guys here. See you tomorrow!"
