Yes sir yes sir · Y/n story by @Goodbyeworld

The air in the common room was thick with heat and noise. A circle of first-years sat cross-legged on the worn carpet, a half-empty bottle of butterbeer spinning between them.

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snatches the bottle before it stops My turn again. I swear this thing’s rigged.

Pale Boy

That’s not how it works, Dean. Give it back.

A scuffle. A giggle. The bottle spun again—slow at first, then jerking to a stop.

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low whistle Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Katsuki Bakugo—crop-haired, sharp-eyed, and sprawled back against the sofa leg like he owned it—glanced at the bottle. Then at you. His jaw tightened.