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007| 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐

December 24, 10:30 pm

The soft scribbling of pen on paper was heard in the slightly dimmed room of Saito Shizuko as she attempts to write her last letter.

Discarded parchment was scattered across the usually  pristine accomodation where stray blueprints and occasional robotics books were organized into neat piles on the desk or shelves.

"To vague..." The girl shook her head crossing down paragraphs after paragraphs, then finally discarding of another wasted piece of paper.

She huffed. She could use the paper recycling machine she made to lessen the  paper related trash, however it's still in the process of remaking, since Mei somehow blew it up, again.

"Writer's block?" Hatsume- the girl previously mentioned asked as she barged into the read quirked girl's room unattended as usual.

The cerulean eyed female hummed. Tapping her pen on the table as she thought of any idea to write.

Still nothing.

She listened to songs. Nothing.

She did everything she could do that would usually give her ideas but still, none.

Shizuko groaned face planting on the desk. "Feelings are complicated." She complained. "Take them away."

Hatsume blinked "Even as a great inventor like me, I'm afraid that is er- impossible." She said sheepishly, rubbing her nape. "How about you just give it to him in person-"

"I was supposed to. At Christmas, tomorrow. But as you can see-"

"Oh... Um... Just uh..."

Shizuko turned to the salmon haired girl. "You're out of ideas to aren't you?" She deadpans.

"Sorry..." Said the golden eyed female. "I guess I'll leave you to it?"

No response.

"Hey Saito-chan, I know you're confused especially with your emotions but," she paused "Believe me when I say that your feelings for Bakugo, those are sincere and... You don't need a reason to truly like someone right? Just... Be true."

Hatsume smiled "I guess I don't know too cuz I have no experience whatsoever hehe"

"See you tomorrow, Good night and Merry Christmas."

The zoom quirked girl left closing the door behind her.

Shizuko stared after the closed door, then at her pen.

She smiled.

Grabbing a new piece of parchment, she started to write down what she had to say.

She's going to give Bakugo his last letter tomorrow, this time, she's giving it to him personally.

She stayed in her room majority of the night as some of her classmates continue their Christmas party until midnight comes.

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December 25, Christmas Day

6:00 in the morning and Katsuki was the first to wake up. The first in their dorm at least.

After his alarm rang he darted into the bathroom, taking a quick shower y̶e̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶t̶e̶r̶ w̶a̶s̶ t̶o̶o̶ c̶o̶l̶d̶ to get ready for this extra special morning.

Putting on a white button up shirt and a cream sweater.

He digged up his closet for a pair of comfortable e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶  low waisted black jean pants given to him by his mentor the pro hero Best Jeanist for the sake of special and / or formal occasions.