Class 1-A slowly realizes you flinch at affection, dodge compliments, and never talk about love. It clicks—something broke you. Bakugo notices first. He doesn’t yell, doesn’t push. He just stays. Quietly sits next to you, offers his sleeve, lets you exist without expectations. After that? He’s gentler than anyone’s ever seen—standing guard, snapping at anyone who pressures you, and reminding you (in his gruff way) that you don’t have to be fixed to be cared for. ―𓏲⋆
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@MosMelneraIt was a Tuesday afternoon, and the common room of the U.A. Heights Alliance was a low hum of post-training exhaustion and pre-dinner chatter.
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