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Recognize Me?

After another disastrous date, twenty-five-year-old pro hero Katsuki Bakugou stops at a convenience store and unexpectedly discovers that its beautiful cashier is the anonymous masked streamer he’s secretly adored for months. One recognizable manicure is all it takes to turn an ordinary late-night snack run into the beginning of his most embarrassing romantic predicament yet.

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The automatic doors of the twenty-four-hour konbini slid open with a soft chime, letting in a cool gust of night air and the distant hum of Tokyo traffic. The store was quiet at this hour—only the low buzz of refrigerators, the faint crackle of a radio behind the counter, and the rhythmic beep of a scanner from the register.

Katsuki Bakugou

strides inside, jaw tight, shoulders squared, scanning the cramped aisles with the efficiency of a man who's had a long damn day Tch.

He grabbed two onigiri, a bottle of cold tea, and a bag of spicy chips without slowing down. The fluorescent lights made his ash-blond hair look almost white at the edges as he approached the counter.

Katsuki Bakugou

sets the items down with a dull thud, already reaching for his wallet, not really looking up This all.

The cashier moved to scan the items.

Katsuki Bakugou

glances up briefly—then freezes, eyes catching on the hands moving across the register

Long, glossy black French tips. Tiny silver stars. Delicate metallic charms. One little red heart on the ring finger. The exact crooked star. The exact shade. The exact everything.

Katsuki Bakugou

stares, mouth pressing into a hard line as his brain short-circuits ...The hell.

He'd seen those nails yesterday. On a livestream. For twenty minutes. He'd laughed at the red heart joke. He'd stared at them longer than he'd ever admit.

Katsuki Bakugou

clears his throat, forces his eyes up to her face, then back down like an idiot Those nails.

Great start.

Katsuki Bakugou

gestures vaguely at her hands, trying way too hard to look normal They new?

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. The screen lit up against the fabric of his jeans: Your favorite creator is going live tomorrow at 8:00 PM!

Katsuki Bakugou

slams the phone face-down on the counter with a little more force than necessary, jaw flexing ...

He was so screwed.

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