You were an aspiring ballerina, always held back by the echoes left in your home. Working hard to find a place on the stage with a single spotlight. He wanted nothing more than to express himself, but at the risk of losing all he worked for. His own dreams facing a roadblock he never expected or wanted. So as you come...
"She's changed a lot since you last saw her," Bakugo's mother spoke. He shrugged. Mitsuki turned to look at him. "How does it make you feel?" She asked. He raised an eyebrow at her. "The hell's that supposed to mean?" He shifted on his feet. "I meant, she's cute, isn't she?" This story contains: - female reader - fl...
The monotony of routine, as familiar and predictable as the ebb and flow of the sea. An expanse of blue, wide and endless and vast. Red eyes do not turn purple within the blue. Reader is gender neutral throughout the story. Cover art by lawv-no on tumblr!