[Well, Bakugou isn't exactly the modest type, especially when it comes to staring. He has a careful but long sip of the black coffee, and his red eyes peer at Midoriya from over the mug, unwavering. A little piercing, not unlike a predator bird watching its prey.
It isn't meant to be so fierce, but he's a little intense without realizing.] You already know what you can do. [His voice sounds like gravel from the hot coffee, but it's low, like a secret.]
Your little fucking hand-me-down; you already know what you're capable of doing, don't you? You've got someone to tell you. It's the rest of us you're wanting to write notes about in that notebook of yours.
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Date: 2018-11-04 07:22 pm (UTC)It isn't meant to be so fierce, but he's a little intense without realizing.] You already know what you can do. [His voice sounds like gravel from the hot coffee, but it's low, like a secret.]
Your little fucking hand-me-down; you already know what you're capable of doing, don't you? You've got someone to tell you. It's the rest of us you're wanting to write notes about in that notebook of yours.