The bar was quiet for once. No explosions, no arguments, no near-death experiences. Just the low hum of the jukebox and the clink of glasses being wiped clean by Kurogiri's misty hands.
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The bar was quiet for once. No explosions, no arguments, no near-death experiences. Just the low hum of the jukebox and the clink of glasses being wiped clean by Kurogiri's misty hands.