Every night, Bakugou dreams of someone he has never met, yet knows with a familiarity that burns through his chest. In his dreams, he runs through endless fields, laughs echoing, hands intertwined, a warmth he cannot place but cannot forget. The dreams turn darker, fading into heartbreak, each night ending with a sense of loss he cannot escape. Then one day, after a long shift as a pro hero, he sees someone in a convenience store, and everything stops. The person from his dreams, the one he has
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@katanasumeWarm sunlight spills across the field, soft and blinding, brushing against skin that doesn’t quite feel like his. There’s laughter. Yours. Light, unsteady, spilling out of you like it can’t be contained. It echoes in his chest more than his ears, something deeper, something that makes his heart stutter like it’s trying to remember how to beat.