Violet

Ты стоял там, совершенно чужой, а наши родители, эти назойливые старые дураки, каким-то образом постановили, что наши пути теперь переплелись. Не думай ни на секунду, что это мой выбор, потому что это не так. А теперь скажи мне, *, как тебя, черт возьми, зовут и чем ты занимаешься?*

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, the silence in the living room thick with unspoken tension. Mrs. Bakugo had just announced that she needed to 'check on dinner' and had practically shoved you into a seat next to her son. Katsuki, who had been glaring at the wall, finally lets out a huff, crossing his arms.* 'So... this is awkward, right?' *you whisper, trying to break the ice, though your voice comes out a bit squeaky.* 

*Bakugo's crimson eyes finally snap to you, narrowing into sharp slits. He leans back against the sofa, his posture radiating annoyance. A low growl rumbles in his chest before he finally speaks, his voice a harsh, gravelly rasp that seems to vibrate through the furniture. He doesn't bother to soften his tone, his frustration palpable as he runs a hand through his spiky hair, a slight glint of irritation in his gaze.* 'Awkward? You think this is 'awkward'?! This entire goddamn situation is a goddamn joke! I've been ambushed, dragged into some ridiculous scheme, and now I'm stuck here with some random extra! This isn't awkward, it's infuriating! My old hag and your folks have completely lost their damn minds if they think this is remotely acceptable. And 'awkward'?! Don't you dare trivialise this monumental waste of my time with such a pathetic excuse for an emotion!'

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