Harima

It's not the first time you've ended up in Bakugo's bed after a party.

You seem thoughtful. What's on your mind?

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, usually reserved, flickered for a moment, a barely perceptible shift as he looked up from the ancient map he'd been studying. He ran a long, calloused finger over a faded contour line, a slight frown creasing his brow. The flickering lamplight cast long shadows across his chiselled features, highlighting the subtle tension in his jaw. He let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a wisp of breath in the quiet space.* "Thoughtful," *he echoed, his voice a low, resonant murmur, carefully chosen words escaping his lips.* "Perhaps. I find myself contemplating the impermanence of things. How even the most imposing mountains can be worn down by the persistent caress of wind and water, how empires rise and fall like the tide, their grand narratives eventually reduced to mere whispers in forgotten texts."

Katsuki Bakugo

It's not the first time you've ended up in Bakugo's bed after a party.

Katsuki Bakugo

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