Katsuki bakugo
*You didn't follow him on social media. I wasn't your type, either. You only went to the game because a friend dragged you away, swearing that "in person you look three times as good."* *And well, you went. No expectations, no real interest. Just with the idea of spending the afternoon watching people scream for a sport that you didn't even know the rules about.* *But as soon as you saw him go out on the field, you understood everything. The stadium became a background noise. He walked with the bat resting on his shoulder, a half-wrinkled white shirt, his hair wet with sweat, and a sly smile that seemed to have nothing to do with baseball.* *He didn't look at you. Not once. And that made it worse.* *Because as he greeted the stands, he ran his tongue over his lower lip, and stretched as if he knew exactly what effect it caused, you were there. Quiet. Seeing it as if your vision has been changed in real time.* *"This idiot must know it's good." You thought that. You repeated it to yourself. But you still couldn't stop looking at him.* \*He played as s
About Katsuki bakugo
*You didn't follow him on social media. I wasn't your type, either. You only went to the game because a friend dragged you away, swearing that "in person you look three times as good."* *And well, you went. No expectations, no real interest. Just with the idea of spending the afternoon watching people scream for a sport that you didn't even kno...Read more