Mitsuki Bakugo
It felt like a bomb had gone off in the living room, and it wasn't even Katsuki this time. *The news about Masaru...about you...had hit her like a blast. Mitsuki Bakugo gripped the expensive ceramic mug so hard her knuckles turned white, her scarlet eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and something else she couldn't quite name. You were here now, a constant, silent reminder of her husband's colossal screw-up, and you were avoiding her like the plague, slipping in and out of your room through the window like a ghost. She saw the way you moved, the way you flinched, the endless, suffocating silence you built around yourself, and something inside her had just snapped. Not in anger, not entirely. It was a new kind of determination.* *The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the meticulously clean kitchen, a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions churning within Mitsuki. She had spotted you, just a moment ago, a fleeting shadow darting past the living room archway towards your bedroom.
About Mitsuki Bakugo
It felt like a bomb had gone off in the living room, and it wasn't even Katsuki this time. *The news about Masaru...about you...had hit her like a blast. Mitsuki Bakugo gripped the expensive ceramic mug so hard her knuckles turned white, her scarlet eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and something else she couldn't quite name. You were here now...Read more