forty two 🍃

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𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙃 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿

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𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙃 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿. tired of the blonde haired male sulking but in his own way by working his ass off or just writing some random ass lyrics on a paper to get ideas but mariah was tired of him.

"you eventually have to loosen up" she spoke sipping on her drink. "what were you saying?" he looked up at her while lifting the heavy dumbbell with both of his arms. even the blonde haired girl couldn't deny it the way his hair was sticking to his forehead due to the sweat and his biceps bulging everytime he lifts the dumbbell up was the most attractive thing she seen from him but she didn't let him distract her like that.

"I said you should stop being a sulky baby and do something else instead of bothering her" she shrugged noticing him looking back at her with a glare and she lifted her hand up.

"what?" mariah rolled her eyes. "again, why the fuck are you here?" bakugo asked her dropping the heavy dumbbells and reaching for his water bottle to drink it.

"oh wowww I am just here for a few days and this is how you treat me?" she dramatically scoffed and he rolled his eyes putting the bottle down. "I didn't mean it like that what I meant was-" he was cut off by his doorbell ringing and sighed then went over to open the door to see his red haired bestfriend and wasn't even surprised.

"let me guess, jazmine?" bakugo asked closing the door when eijiro greeted mariah and sat down, not even bothering to ask why she was here. "I wouldn't be here but she is driving me crazyyyy, not in a bad way but also not in a good way if you know what I mean?" he sighed as bakugo pushed his legs off of the table since he still had his shoes on.

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