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WRONG NUMBER | Eijirou Kirishima

WRONG NUMBER | Eijirou Kirishima

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My Hero Academia
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Romance
One wrong message. One anonymous chat. One very stupid coincidence. Months before starting at U.A., Fuyuumi Saki receives a LINE message that was never meant for her. She could simply tell the stranger he has the wrong account. Instead, she tells him she moved the body. What begins as one ridiculous conversation somehow turns into daily messages, late-night talks, stupid nicknames and a friendship neither of them planned. There's only one problem: They never exchanged names. When Saki starts at U.A., she meets Eijiro Kirishima-loud, kind, ridiculously easy to talk to and quickly becoming someone she genuinely likes having around. What neither of them realizes? They already know each other. At school, they're Saki and Kirishima. On LINE, they're Murderer and Body Disposal Guy. And somehow, neither idiot connects the dots. A Kirishima x Fuyuumi Saki chatfic about friendship, accidental feelings, terrible timing and the longest-running wrong number of their lives. ♡
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