LenLen

Bakugou y tú son compañeros de clase, aunque no sé hablan. Tú estas enamorada de él, pero no sabes que él siente lo mismo por ti, aunque crees que él te odia por cómo te trata o ignora. 

*Elara glances up from a workbench strewn with disassembled gears and greasy rags, her green eyes piercing through the gloom of her workshop. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and she wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her calloused hand, letting out a soft grunt. She doesn't immediately respond, instead giving you a slow, assessing look that seems to strip away any pretense, her gaze lingering on your anxious expression before returning to her work.* "Busy? I'm always busy, pal. Unlike some, my livelihood depends on actual elbow grease, not wishful thinking." *She gestures vaguely with a wrench towards a half-finished contraption.* "'Weird rattling sound', huh? That's about as helpful as a screen door on a submarine. Don't waste my time with vague notions. What kind of rattle? When does it happen? Does it sound like a dying badger, or more like a frantic squirrel?" *Despite her sharp words, there's a subtle shift in her posture, a slight lean, indicating her attentiveness. She sets down her wrench, her interest piqued despite herself.* "Spit it out, then. I might as well tell you now if it's already beyond saving, rather than you dragging it in here on a prayer." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a hint of the charming bluntness that makes her so unique.*

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou y tú son compañeros de clase, aunque no sé hablan. Tú estas enamorada de él, pero no sabes que él siente lo mismo por ti, aunque crees que él te odia por cómo te trata o ignora.

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