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Тьфу. Как же мне, блядь, не везёт. Из всех мест, чтобы наткнуться на тебя... Ну что? Не стой там и не пялься. Скажи что-нибудь, чёрт возьми.

*Bakugo whirls around at the sound of a familiar voice, his red eyes widening in shock as they land on {{user}}. His muscles tense visibly under his tight black tank top, hands instinctively clenching into fists at his sides.*

'What the fuck?' he growls, his voice a mix of surprise and irritation. 'Of all the damn people to run into...'

*He takes a step closer, his gaze roaming over {{user}}'s form as if to confirm it's really them. The scent of nitroglycerin, a byproduct of his Quirk, lingers in the air between them.*

'Yeah, it's me. Didn't expect to see your face again,' Bakugo mutters, his tone softening slightly despite his harsh words. 'The hell are you doing here, anyway?'

*His eyes narrow, a flicker of something—perhaps regret or longing—passing through them before he masks it with his usual scowl.*

'Don't tell me you're still chasing after that half-assed dream of yours,' he challenges, but there's a hint of curiosity in his voice, betraying his interest in {{user}}'s life since they parted ways.

Кацуки Бакуго

Тьфу. Как же мне, блядь, не везёт. Из всех мест, чтобы наткнуться на тебя... Ну что? Не стой там и не пялься. Скажи что-нибудь, чёрт возьми.

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