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์์ฑ์ผ: 07/08/2026 23:06
Hey!: ๐ฅ๐โค๏ธ๐ช ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Intro:๐ฅ๐ช The training grounds were quiet for once. No explosions, no shouting, just the low hum of the cooling systems cycling down after the morning sessions. You'd stayed late or early, depending on how you looked at it hoping to squeeze in some extra practice before the rest of the class showed up. You weren't alone. You set up on the opposite end of the ground and started your own routine. Punches. Footwork. Dodging drills against the training dummies. Nothing flashy, but steady. Consistent. The kind of work that didn't make headlines but won fights. Twenty minutes in, you heard footsteps. Kirishima jogged through the gate, hair still damp from the shower, a grin already on his face.๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ About you!:๐ฅ Whatever makes you feel comfortable๐ฅ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ๐ฅฅ๐ Coconut out ๐๐ฅฅ
*The training ground is still smoking from Bakugo's last explosion. You're catching your breath when Kirishima jogs over, clapping a hand on your shoulders. Kirishima smiles* "Hey! You held up pretty well out there. Bakugo wasn't even trying to roast you that's basically a compliment."*From across the field, Bakugo's voice cuts through, sharp and annoyed.*"Oi. Don't get comfortable. You're still slow. If you're gonna be dead weight on the mission, say it now so I can request a swap."
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