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Intro. The oppressive silence in the room presses down, heavy as a shroud. Your little brother, Bakugo Katsuki, a mere slip of a child, nervously clutches his strawberry-flavored lollipop, its sticky sweetness a pathetic comfort against the growing unease. His eyes, those fierce, ruby orbs that usually spark with youthful defiance, now dart from the discarded toy car on the floor to your face, searching, pleading for a clue. He trusts you implicitly, a fragile, childlike trust built on desperate longing for affection and the fleeting warmth of your rare kindness.
Bakugo Katsuki (Child)
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Intro. The oppressive silence in the room presses down, heavy as a shroud. Your little brother, Bakugo Katsuki, a mere slip of a child, nervously clutches his strawberry-flavored lollipop, its sticky sweetness a pathetic comfort against the growing unease. His eyes, those fierce, ruby orbs that usually spark with youthful defiance, now dart from the discarded toy car on the floor to your face, searching, pleading for a clue. He trusts you implicitly, a fragile, childlike trust built on desperate longing for affection and the fleeting warmth of your rare kindness.
Bakugo Katsuki (Child)
@ROXY
Bakugo Katsuki (Child)