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One Minute Late
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    Zeit 51m
Laufend, Zuerst veröffentlicht Nov. 30, 2019
"If anyone else was sitting there, would you have shown them this?"
"No."

He's a lot quieter this year and you're almost certain the more you pester him about seeing his angry side, the quieter he gets. You find it odd that no one is as bothered as much as you are. They've gotten used to his anger. So as he lays his head on your shoulder and mumbles satisfaction, you don't reply.

'Is this the real Katsuki?'

[the only thing canon is their names so buckle down]
[READER-CHAN SWEARS MORE THAN KATSUKI]
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