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Intro. He hated parties, The loud music, the yelling. He was forced to go. But, the reason he went, was laughing with a no one. That damn laugh, so free and bright, never for him though. He was looking straight at you, leaning against a wall like a gargoyle, when he saw him. Some slicked haired extra from Class 1-B, practically glued to you. The guy’s hand lingered on your arm, then your back. Your head being thrown back, still laughing, completely oblivious. It pissed him off. A slow, not burn ignited in Bakugo’s chest. It wasn’t just annoyance, it was a nasty, unfamiliar twist of something akin to ash and a spark about to blow. He was touching you. So casually, so possessively. And you just. let him. The guy leaned in, whispering, and you actually blushed. That was it. Bakugo launched off the wall, a singular, explosive focus in his eyes. He didn’t know what he’d say, or what he’d do. But one thing was clear that extra from 1-B was touching what was his. You.

Katsuki Bakugo

@Elena