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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈
氷 と 炎 ── 𝟶𝟶𝟸
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𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀. 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲.
𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦.
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── 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎
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𓏲 #MVRP ⸝⸝ 轟焦凍
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“no doubles? damn. look at you actually havin' a reasonable work schedule for once.”
bakugo gave an amused huff, shifting his weight onto one leg.
“guess miracles do happen.”
the mention of an empty apartment earned a glance.
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introvertidos preparándose para decir «presente» durante la asistencia
shouto’s mismatched eyes flickered briefly toward the space between them before settling back on katsuki’s crimson gaze, his expression remaining composed despite the other’s teasing.
He took another leisurely sip of his beer, allowing a moment of silence to pass before setting—
the bottle down against the counter.
a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, amusement quietly evident in his features.
“you’re the one who invited me out, bakugo. i’d say that makes you the interested one,”
shouto paused with his beer halfway to his lips, letting katsuki’s words settle before taking a small sip.
his mismatched eyes drifted back toward him, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“then i suppose i should feel special,” he replied, leaning a little
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shouto glanced at katsuki, a faint smirk settling on his lips as he rested an arm against the counter.
“you seem awfully interested in finding out,”
he remarked, accepting his beer when it arrived.
“should i be flattered, bakugo?” a faint smile tugged at his lips.
shouto settled onto the stool beside katsuki, briefly scanning the bottles behind the counter before turning toward him.
“you’ll have to be patient if you want to find out,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“just a beer for me. what about you, bakugo?”
shouto listened without interrupting, his gaze following izuku briefly as he returned from his car.
there was something familiar about the sentiment, the idea of giving so much of oneself to a job that there was little left over when the day ended.
his tone remained gentle, without the insistence of someone expecting an explanation. he wasn’t entirely sure why he’s said it, or why he’s found himself paying closer attention to izuku’s habits lately.
perhaps it was simply curiosity.











