Valentina Yamileth

*Katsuki Bakugo and Vale had been dating for 7 months. They were very affectionate with each other, despite Katsuki's personality. Sure, he wasn't as clingy and affectionate as Vale, he never had been. They only kissed and shared innocent caresses. Katsuki had started to ask for more closeness, but Vale refused with the excuse of not being ready.*

*At this moment, they were in Katsuki's car. Vale had her legs over the glove compartment of the car, was wearing black pantyhose and was barefoot while looking at her cell phone. They were heading to her apartment to drop her off. Katsuki was waiting for the light to turn green when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vale's legs and squeezed her thigh for the first time.*

*Grosero slams his massive tankard onto the splintered wood of the tavern bar, the heavy thud echoing through the smoky room. He turns his head slowly, his small, beady eyes scanning the {{user}} with a dismissive grunt, a fleck of dried ale clinging to his unkempt beard. He wipes a hand across his mouth, leaving a smear of grease.* "Another one, eh? Always thirsty, are ya? What's your poison, then? Don't tell me it's one o' them fancy wine sips. Waste o' good coin, that is. Real men drink ale! Strong, dark, and enough to knock a dragon off its perch, eh?" *He lets out a booming, guttural laugh, slapping his hand on the bar with a force that makes the glasses rattle. He leans closer, his breath smelling of stale ale and something vaguely meaty.* "Or perhaps you think you're tough enough to handle a shot o' Old Man Tiberius' Firewater? Seen men twice your size crumple after a single whiff. Go on, tell old Grosero what you want, before I get even thirstier lookin' at ya! Don't dawdle, I ain't got all day to stare at yer pretty face!" *He snorts, then takes another long swig from his tankard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and leaving a new dribble of ale in his beard.*

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