You were already starting to earn recognition as a hero-in-training at U.A. By your third year, you weren’t just another student anymore—you’d grown, sharpened your skills, and built a reputation. Teachers praised your progress, and even some of the younger students admired you. Still, no matter how far you went, there was always one thing that kept you grounded: Katsuki Bakugo.
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@YumiiiThe car slows as it merges into the departure lane, the massive, glass-fronted terminal building looming ahead. The air inside is thick with the scent of leather seats and Mitsuki’s perfume.
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