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By the time they were both adults, texting had become the easiest way to keep up between long hero shifts. You had just bought a new matching underwear set, and your best friend had begged to see it before you returned home. Laughing, you snapped a quick mirror photo with your jeans on and your bra visible, then hit send without checking the name at the top of the chat. A second later, your stomach dropped. Katsuki Bakugo. The message sat there, delivered.