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8+ Years of RP
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Following a very brief conversation with @RisingOneForAll, young Bakugo took his frustrations to Gym Gamma.
Night after night, the boy found his way back to the same gym to continue his training in believed-solitude. After burning whatever energy he had, the blonde took up—
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— space against a wall, tucking his head between folded arms and curled knees.
The hero-in-training had much on his mind, and next-to nobody to vent to.
The only other person that may understand his troubles, unbeknownst to Bakugo, has been watching him ever so closely since—
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Jabbing a lightly-damp finger at the dark-haired male, the loudmouth made his presence known.
“ Either you look strong, or you’re putting up one hell of a front. Whatever it is, I wanna beat it out of you. “
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Through the nighttime sounds, various rumbles from explosions carried on. Some of these low tremors were joined by faint echoes.
“ Stupid fucking twerp . . .
Stupid fucking geezer . . .
Stupid fucking asshole . . . “
At the moment, Bakugo let his crimson gaze fall into the emerald pools of @HerForAll. Memories resurfaced of familiar moments, though the frustration stemmed from a new source.
“ I’m fine. “
The passive aggressive tone came with a grip of the salt handed to him.
The two of—
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— then had grown since times at lakesides, and ever since Katsuki was let in on all pertaining to her “secret”, he had much more to think on than what he previously believed.
Maybe that would show in his silence following the quick two-word half-lie. After cooking and eating, —
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“Huh, who’d have thought.
It’s almost 9 P.M. and I still hate you all.”
The boisterous boy with the ever-bothered look is here!
(Shit, did I make it worse?!)
As rare as it was, Bakugo found himself stumbling over his own words. He’d thought that an explanation was in order, but that swiftly backfired. He needed to make his intent clear, but considering he’d never gotten this far with most people, he was—
"Is it bad? My parents always said they looked cute..."
She'd look down sadly lightly rubbing her cheeks sadly not knowing if her cheeks were ugly or not.
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Ruby orbitals locked with the brunette.
(...she really doesn’t understand...)
The thought crept slowly to the front of his brain. This standoffish nature was precisely what kept him from getting through to his classmates. A groaning sigh escaped his lips before his right —
"Eh? Fake smile? O-Cheek-O?"
She'd reply to him while she stared at him completely confused at his insults as she was smiling for real.
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“Deku,” he growled.
(Of course she’d beat me to it.)
He’d normally be more intense, but the pit in his stomach held more control of his action.
Moving past her presence, the boy searched until he found the necessary tools for his task and began his work on a simple breakfast.—
Deku has already been in the kitchen, preparing her own meals bright and and early when she heard that yawn.
She turned to greet her fellow student before immediately being cut off by that ever familiar angry voice.
“Oh— g’morning, Kacchan.”
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— scanned the countertops until spying a pale shaker sitting in the vicinity of the green-haired provisional heroine.
Bakugo’s right hand lowered the metal bowl and extended open toward the young girl. Accompanying it was a short, simple request.
“Salt.”
If she eyes lingered—
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