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it’s the night before the first day of junior year. I’m at katsuki’s house, we’re cuddling; some music playing the back. no phones are on, no tv. just the window open which i climbed in to get in here. soft wind, the brushes of leaves, crickets, the soft creaks of the house settling into itself and the hum from the ac. words are spoken softly, like a seceret to be kept. Soft, sleepy bakugo is present.
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@pixiesThe digital clock on Katsuki's nightstand glowed 11:47 PM, casting soft red numbers across the room. Summer's last humid breath drifted through the open window, carrying the scent of cut grass and distant rain. The white curtains lifted and fell like sleeping lungs.
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