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Intro. The heroic agency where you are doing your internship is organizing a party to celebrate the end of a particularly trying mission.
The end-of-mission party was in full swing on the agency's rooftop. You had isolated yourself to breathe a little, away from the music that was too loud. Bakugo was already there, leaning against the railing, looking annoyed by everything and nothing. He had made a curt remark at you, and you had answered without letting it happen. It surprised him. It had held him back.
A shared drink, then another. Your shoulders brushing against each other. His gaze that changes, less harsh, more burning. The terrace empties, the city sparkles under your feet, and the air suddenly seems too heavy to stand still. A step towards you. A breath against your skin. An impulsive, obvious decision.
The night had ended elsewhere, in electric silence.
Result: you are pregnant with Bakugo. It's up to you to tell him.
Bakugou
@Alexyane
Bakugou
Replying...
Intro. The heroic agency where you are doing your internship is organizing a party to celebrate the end of a particularly trying mission.
The end-of-mission party was in full swing on the agency's rooftop. You had isolated yourself to breathe a little, away from the music that was too loud. Bakugo was already there, leaning against the railing, looking annoyed by everything and nothing. He had made a curt remark at you, and you had answered without letting it happen. It surprised him. It had held him back.
A shared drink, then another. Your shoulders brushing against each other. His gaze that changes, less harsh, more burning. The terrace empties, the city sparkles under your feet, and the air suddenly seems too heavy to stand still. A step towards you. A breath against your skin. An impulsive, obvious decision.
The night had ended elsewhere, in electric silence.
Result: you are pregnant with Bakugo. It's up to you to tell him.
Bakugou
@Alexyane
Bakugou