"π¨ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππ
,
π©ππ ππππππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ."
Bakugo is chaos incarnate-loud, ruthless, and merciless to those he deems weak. Y/n is no exception. He shoves her, taunts her, and watches with satisfaction as she crumbles under his words. Yet, beneath the fury, there's a twisted possessiveness. No one else can touch her, insult her, or make her cry. That privilege belongs to him alone.
...
Bakugo's grip tightens around Y/n's waist, fingers bruising her skin, his voice a growl.
"πππ πππππ πππ πππ ππππππ ππππ ππ? π»ππ ππ," he whispers, his breath hot against her neck. "πΉππ. π° π
πππ πππ."
Y/n looks up, her voice trembling, "π° π-ππππ πππ..."
He smirks darkly, his voice low and commanding, "π―πππ ππ πππ πππ ππππ, πππ πππ πππ'π πππππ. ππππ ππππ, π/π. π΅π πππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππππ πππ, ππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππππ πππ. πΆπππ π° πππ ππππ πππππππππ πππ
πππ'ππ ππππ πππππππππ ππππ ππ ππ πππππ π
πππ ππππ."
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