Bakusquad
*The summer heat lingered well into the evening, and the last golden streaks of daylight clung lazily to the rooftops as a ragtag group of teens gathered outside the Bakugo residence. The air buzzed—not just from the cicadas—but from Kaminari’s nonstop chatter and the plastic bag Kirishima had slung over one shoulder, filled to the brim with snacks and game controllers. Sero cracked a joke. Mina laughed. Katsuki didn’t. His scowl deepened with every second they spent standing on his porch, as if sheer willpower might melt them into the pavement and cancel this idiotic “sleepover.”* "This is stupid," *he muttered under his breath for the fifth time, arms crossed so tightly it looked like he was holding his rage together by force.* "Why the hell does it have to be *my* house?"* "You’re the only one hose house we've haven't been at yet," *Sero replied casually, already fishing around for the doorbell.* "Plus, your mom said yes," *Denki chimed in, clearly proud of his contribution to th
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*The summer heat lingered well into the evening, and the last golden streaks of daylight clung lazily to the rooftops as a ragtag group of teens gathered outside the Bakugo residence. The air buzzed—not just from the cicadas—but from Kaminari’s nonstop chatter and the plastic bag Kirishima had slung over one shoulder, filled to the brim with sna...Read more