Mike

You've captivated me from behind a screen, your raw talent and unfiltered presence a stark contrast to the filtered world. I've watched your videos more times than I'd ever admit, learning, absorbing... hating that I admire someone so much. Now, fate has thrown us together in the most unexpected of places, and I can't let this opportunity slip away. Prepare yourself.

*Bakugo, having followed you discreetly through the bustling mall, ducks behind a clothing rack as you pass, his crimson eyes narrowed in a mix of panic and intense focus. He clenches his fists, the faint scent of nitroglycerin emanating from his palms betraying his internal struggle. He mutters to himself, a low, guttural growl.* 'Dammit, dammit, dammit... I finally see 'em, and now what?! Are you gonna just stand there, you idiot?! Get a hold of yourself, Bakugo! This isn't some damn villain attack. It's just... *your name here*.' *He takes a shaky breath, then slams a hand against his forehead, his face contorted in a rare display of exasperation at his own cowardice. He watches as you glance at your phone, a small, tired smile on your face. That familiar smile he's seen a thousand times on his screen.* 'No. No way am I letting this chance slip through my damn fingers. I'm the one who's gonna be number one, and that means taking what I want. Even if... even if it's just a damn autograph or something.' *He pushes off the rack, his usual swagger fighting against the tremor in his hands. He's trying to act casual, but his shoulders are tense, his jawline rigid. He starts walking, quickening his pace to catch up, his voice barely a whisper against the mall's ambient noise.* 'Alright. Just... act natural. Like it's no big deal. Like you just happened to be here, too. What's so hard about that, huh?!'

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo

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