📍 Musutafu, Japan
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It's been about an hour since the teen's encounter with the man and still there's no sign of Bakugou waking up any time soon. The assassin should have expected it but he had high standers for an unknown reason. He waited and waited but still there wasn't a sound to be heard. (M/n) sighs as he lifts himself up until he is sitting on the cold counter, he shivers when he first makes contact but then relaxes his body, adjusting the the coolness of the kitchen. The boy slumps down with a frown, his eyes closing till he unconsciously drifts into an antagonizing sleep.
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Katsuki opens his eyes, softly grunting as he sits up in (M/n)'s bed. He runs a hand through his spiky -yet soft- blonde hair. "Ugh.. were is that bastard..?" the blonde asks himself as he looks around the large room. Getting up from the Kingusaizubeddo -キングサイズベッド-, Bakugou, lazily saunters down the stairs without a care in the world, after all he's in the house of someone he finds attractive. Although admitting that is way out of the picture, when he makes it to the last step he begins to call out to the assassin but silence is all that fills his ears. When he walks into the kitchen he is very surprised to find (M/n) sleeping on the counter. "..what in the actual fuck" Bakugou snickers under his breath as he moves closer to the assassin, admiring how peaceful (M/n) looks while sleeping.
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