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She left without a goodbye, and Katsuki Bakugo never forgave her for it. Now she’s back at U.A., standing in the same classroom as the boy she once called her best friend — except he looks at her like she’s a stranger. Some wounds don’t fade… they explode.
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@validYou’re eight years old, and the world is made of sticky summer heat and the smell of cut grass.
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