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Bakugou watched as she leaned in to feel the breeze against her skin. Her eyes were closed, and her cerulean hair was rippling behind her.
"The wind seems to favor you, you know."
Miyata abruptly went still to turn and narrow her eyes at him, seeming somewhat confused.
"You talk about the wind as if it's a sentient being, Bakugou," she chuckled a little concernedly.
Bakugou pretended to roll his eyes in annoyance. "It was a joke, crayon hair."
Miyata shrugged and turned to feel the night's cool air again, unaware that it was far from a joke for him. It had been months since he felt the wind. It favored her and not him and he didn't know why.
And he was willing to do anything to feel it again.
[Aged-up, no quirks, college AU]
This story contains THEMES of abuse, suicide, and depictions of PTSD. If any of these are upsetting to you, I would recommend not reading this story. Please be safe!
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