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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ where bakugou katsuki, an overachiever, is assigned to tutor y/n l/n, a shitty math student who wants to avoid him at all costs.
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3:06 AM: where bakugou katsuki is assigned to be your tutor
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You put your phone in your pocket, carrying your backpack on your shoulder, and mentally preparing yourself to head to the table Bakugo Katsuki was in.
He hadn’t noticed you yet, his backpack on the table, using his elbow that was resting on the surface to prop his head up while he looked below, scrolling on his phone underneath.
When you reached the table, standing across from him, you cleared your throat to get his attention. He still didn’t notice you. Only when you got closer did he finally lift his head to see you. With a slightly surprised expression, he closed his phone and put it in his pocket.
“Hi,” you said quietly.
“Are you gonna sit or stand there?” he said after an awkward silence.
“Oh right,” you laughed awkwardly and went to the other side of the table where he was sitting, pulling the chair back farther than necessary from him before taking a seat.
“So, you’re really early, huh?” you said, trying to make conversation to get rid of the uncomfortable atmosphere.
“So are you,” he said as he pulled his laptop from his bag and opened it, clicking on files. Clearly not interested in small talk.
“What are you stuck on?” he sighed before asking.
“Honestly, everything,” you snorted, then immediately regretted it when you noticed his annoyed glare.
You cleared your throat. “Mainly the last unit, the one we had on the recent test. I can’t get the real-world problems,” you sighed.
Bakugo clicked a few times on his laptop, opening a worksheet with math questions, the ones the teacher provided for test practice.
“Get a notebook and answer this,” he said, pointing to a question. You tried to lean closer to see what the question was without moving your chair closer.
“How are you gonna see shit like this?” He grabbed the chair beneath you and pulled it close enough to see the laptop, without any struggle. Without having any time to react, you blinked, frozen for a second.
You could see the screen now, and you could also smell his cologne.
“Are you going to answer it, or are you just going to waste my time?” he said irritably.
You nodded and fumbled for your notebook, starting to solve the question. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms while waiting for you to finish. You felt like you were sweating from the uncomfortable silence, trying your hardest to focus on getting the right answer. When you were done, you gave him the notebook, which he grabbed before you were about to let go. He took a few seconds to look at your steps.
“This is wrong.” He took the pen from your hand, put the notebook on the table between you guys, started scratching out some steps, and explained what you did wrong. But you were more aware of your breathing and how hot you felt from the embarrassment than anything he was saying. I mean, who wouldn’t be when one of the top students was tutoring you and you looked like a dumbass?
“Got it?” That pulled you out of your daze as you slightly nodded in response, knowing damn well you didn’t get shit.
He gave the notebook back and told you to solve another question. You tried to remember what he was saying, writing down the steps, but it was clear that if the last answer was wrong, this sure as hell was.
You gave him back the notebook. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and frustration. “Did you even listen to anything I said?” His voice was a little louder than he intended, causing the librarian to shush him. He rolled his eyes at that and explained it one more time, a little more aggressive than last time… but you made sure to take in the information.
“Okay,” you said, nodding. “I get it.”
“Do you?” He held your gaze for longer than a second.
“Yeah,” you swallowed.
“Don’t bullshit me this time.” He slid the notebook back toward you.
You took a long breath and continued to solve the questions he gave you, him explaining lesson topics and so on for the next hour. You did get slightly more comfortable, but the situation itself was unbearable, and you wanted it to end. It was clear he did as well.
“Alright, I have things to do. We’re done,” he said after looking at the time on his phone and closing his laptop, standing up to put it back in his bag.
You sighed in relief and started packing your things as well.
“So when is the nex—” When you faced him, Bakugo was already heading outside.
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8:34PM: where denki kaminari has a little crush on a videogame store employee.
📝 𐔌 . denki kaminari x reader tiny oneshot, first story kinda nervous, this is gonna flop but i did this for the other 3 denki kaminari fans left in the world sniffle ! ౨ৎ
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A new store had opened in Denki Kaminari’s neighborhood. It was a matter of time, considering before it was an old clothing store with the sign faded and collecting dust, completely abandoned. The store had been open for around a week now, but Denki hasn’t had the time to visit yet. After seeing news of the Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth game releasing and it being sold out on online stores, Denki decided to try his luck at the videogame store, and also to just check it out in general.
Seeing that the store was open 24 hours, and it was currently around 1AM, Denki decided to go take a visit now, to get the CD and play tomorrow since it’d be his off day and he’d have all the time to play. After a 6 minute walk, give or take, Denki reached the shop, taking a look at the exterior before heading inside. There was subtle music playing, and when Denki entered the store he realized how cold it was inside, refreshing how the air conditioner hit him because of the hot weather recently.
Considering that the store had only been open for around a week, it seemed to be decorated nicely and filled with videogames, consoles, and more. But what caught Denki’s eyes more was not the interior design of the shop but the girl at the counter, reading a comic book on the chair while blowing bubblegum. You seemed to be completely distracted, not even noticing yet that a customer had entered the shop, as you had an AirPod on one side of your ear, which was filled with piercings shining under the light. You wore blue jeans and a dark blue, almost black polo shirt that looked like it was the store’s employee uniform.
Denki, on the other hand, wore socks with sandals, black shorts, and an orange hoodie that was worn out from how often he wore it. He didn’t think he’d run into anyone anyway and honestly expected some 30 year old neckbeard guy to be working this late. But instead, the universe decided to make him come across the one girl who seemed beautiful beyond his imagination. Just his luck.
He walked inside the store more, trying to reveal his presence to the worker, noticing how it was not only a videogame store but also sold things such as Funko Pops, comics, and a few literature books. There was also a small sitting area near the window to the right when you entered the store. The place just gave a cozy vibe in general.
While looking around, Denki saw in his peripheral vision that you shifted your position, fixed your shirt, and tried to throw the bubblegum in the small trash can next to the counter without him seeing. “Welcome!” you said, and Denki turned his head towards you. “Sorry, I didn’t expect a customer to come this late. Do you need help finding something?” you laughed awkwardly.
“No, it’s fine, I’ll just look around,” Denki responded, almost about to stutter from how fast he responded. You nodded your head in response. He looked through the stalls, looking over the games and other items (and sometimes taking a look at you here and there), taking notes of it for when he wanted to get them another time, until finding Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth.
Denki headed back to the counter, putting the CD on the table and grabbing his wallet from his pocket to take out his card. He noticed your freshly manicured nails, though he didn’t know that they were fresh, he just thought they were pretty, as you picked up the CD to go through the scanner. “That’ll be 70 dollars,” you said.
Denki gave his card and you swiped it. “Oh, it declined,” you said awkwardly. Denki wanted an airstrike to kill him now. There was absolutely no way. He literally got paid 2 weeks ago, how could his card decline now out of all times?
“Can you try it again?” he said, almost embarrassed to ask. You nodded and swiped it one more time. “It worked,” you said. Denki closed his eyes out of relief.
“So, Final Fantasy fan, huh?” you said while taking a paper bag from under the counter, unfolding it to put the CD in. You weren’t usually a fan of small talk, but after getting employed, it had turned into a habit. Denki lifted his head up to you, but avoided eye contact at the same time to nod and say,
“Yeah, definitely gonna spend all day tomorrow playing it.” “Good luck,” you said and chuckled.
You handed the bag to the customer and he took it with the receipt inside. “Thank you for coming, have a good day!” you exclaimed, which Denki just nodded to and headed out after, giving a long sigh, realizing he was holding his breath. After Denki reached home, he dropped his things at a nearby table, not even bothering to look at the CD again, and opened his phone.
Denki would come to the store quite often now. At first he’d just go inside to check if you were working. If you weren’t, he’d just quickly browse through a shelf then go back out, but if you were working a shift, he’d stay in the store for maybe 15-20 minutes at least, sometimes longer when he’d grab a book and sit in the sitting area placed near the window and pretend to be interested in the book when he would just secretly peek at you, trying to figure out how to talk to you, then put it back and go outside. It’s not like the only purpose of Denki going to the store was just to look at you or talk with you, even though it was like that the first couple of times, he did end up finding a comfort in the place.
Though he started overthinking that it might be a little weird to you that he’d come just to look and then leave, so he started buying random comics or games, a few he was actually interested in, to act like he actually had a purpose in coming. He had probably visited the store 10 times in the span of like… 3 weeks, but only 5 of those times were you working a shift. Which he now knows that you only work night shifts from 8 till 2.
In most of those times, the only conversations you guys would have were casual small talk. Other times you had small convos about something he was buying. One time he bought a Pikachu keychain and you said it looked like him. His brain almost short circuited.
Denki was going to ask you for your number earlier, but never got the right time. One of those times he brought Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero with him to “encourage” him to ask, but they ended up getting distracted with each other and the “sick ass store” as they said. Then the last time he wanted to ask, the store had a lot of workers with you and it was packed, probably because of the sale happening, and there was no way he had the courage to ask you in front of them even if they weren’t going to be focusing on you guys.
Finally, he went into the store at around 1 AM, mainly because that’s the time where there are no customers and just you working. This time he put effort into his outfit, very casual to you, effort to him. But he also wasn’t exactly trying to overdo it when it was 1 AM. Wearing a black shirt with gray sweatpants (because he saw a TikTok once about how it was attractive, he doesn’t know why) and simple sneakers, no socks with sandals. He learned that lesson after the first time.
When he entered the store, he saw you give a smile and a small wave. “Welcome.” Denki nodded in response. He did his usual routine of looking around, but he was actually just trying to not overthink it and just go for it in a stall, calming himself down and realizing “it’s not that deep.” He took a comic book and went to the counter, placed it down, did the usual small talk, paid for it and… left.
He paced around outside for around 30 seconds, telling himself he could do it and asking what’s the worst that could happen. But now he felt awkward entering just to ask for your number. He thought it would make him seem weird. That wouldn’t stop him though. He wanted to get this over with so he wouldn’t regret not asking you later.
He went inside again. There was no backing out now, and he went up to the counter. You lifted your head and raised your eyebrows when you saw Denki approaching you. “Hey, can I get your number?” Denki said quickly, without stuttering even once. He wanted to applaud himself but was also too busy worrying about every bad outcome of this. You smiled and said, “Oh sure, was wondering when you’d ask,” muttering the last part.
Denki just stood there for a couple of seconds, grateful you said yes, and let out a sigh of relief. “So..?” you said after a bit. He said, “Oh shit,” in realization and took out his phone for you to enter your number. You typed it in and saved your contact with your nickname and gave it back to him with a smile.
“Thank you,” Denki said, to which you just smiled. “Text me,” you said to him, to which he responded that he’d make sure to. After a small talk about how you knew he wanted to ask for a while now and was waiting for him to, him feeling embarrassed and making tiny jokes here and there. He waved goodbye and headed home with a satisfactory smile, pulling out his phone the second he stepped outside. Already planning what to text you.
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4:44 AM: where bakugou katsuki is assigned to be your tutor
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You and Jirou were heading to class, catching up on what you’d done over the weekend and laughing over a few jokes. As you reached the classroom door, you noticed Bakugo heading toward Mina’s seat.
“Oi!” Bakugo shouted her name as he walked up to her. Mina looked up at him.
“Why didn’t you respond to my texts?” Bakugo demanded.
“What texts?” Mina asked, genuinely confused at first, until realization hit her.
“Don’t play dumb. You know I can see that you read them.” Bakugo crossed his arms, waiting for her next excuse.
Mina glanced around, pretending to think, even though she clearly remembered. “Ohhh, yeah sorry. I got busy and forgot to reply.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“It’s not!” Mina shot back defensively. Her eyes drifted away for a second, landing on you standing near the door. Bakugo was about to respond, but followed her line of sight and noticed you. He let out an annoyed sigh before walking over.
You immediately looked away over to Jirou.
“Y/n, give me your number.”
You blinked. “Oh, uh, what for?” You knew what for, you fucking dumbass.
“Aizawa told me he already talked to you about the tutoring. Give me your phone.”
You pulled your phone out of your pocket. He grabbed it almost immediately, typed in his number, and sent a single “.” to himself so he could get the notification. Then he shoved the phone back into your hand.
“Reply when I text you,” he said, before walking out of the classroom.
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1:35 AM: where bakugou katsuki is assigned to be your tutor
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Bakugo Katsuki looked at the B+ on his test paper that Mr. Aizawa had just handed back. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, getting ready to say something to Mr. Aizawa before stopping himself as he realized that would bring attention to his mark from the other students, which he was too embarrassed to show.
He had only gotten a B+ or lower twice in his life, this being the second time. The first time was when he was in middle school, the reason being his behavior got his marks deducted. This time, he got too overconfident and didn’t study as much as he usually did, thinking the exam would be a piece of cake. And also because of how drained he’d been recently.
Yes, a B+ was not a bad grade, a great one even. But with Bakugo, it was not good enough for him. Nowhere near good; he was known to be an overachiever. Bakugo had stuck with straight A’s practically all his life.
Kirishima and Kaminari noticed how Bakugo hadn’t started showing his mark with pride and ego, usually saying something cocky like, “Can’t be surprised, can I?” then running off to Midoriya to compare marks.
“Hey bro, whaddya get?” Eijirou said to him, leaning over to look at his paper, but Bakugo covered the mark with his arm and looked in another direction.
“None of your business,” he muttered under his breath.
Denki grabbed his paper with the chance he got and looked at his mark. “A B+?” Denki said in amusement, while going through the paper to see the answers.
“Shut up.” Bakugo snatched his paper back.
“Not an A? That’s rare,” Kirishima raised his eyebrows in surprise. Bakugo got ready to say something to him until he noticed Midoriya on his way to ask what he got. Luckily, the bell rang just in time, and Bakugo grabbed his bag, walking off to the exit of the classroom before Midoriya could finish his question.
Bakugo stormed down the hallway, trying to find Mr. Aizawa, and saw him heading to his office. He caught up to him before he could enter, shouting his name. Aizawa turned around to see his student.
“Yes, Bakugo?” Aizawa said bluntly.
“How the hell did I get a B+?” Bakugo said in confusion and anger.
“I was surprised as well.”
“I don’t understand—what the hell did I do wrong?”
“Well, if you’d look at your paper, you’d know what you did wrong.”
“No, that’s not what I—“ Bakugo let out a sigh of frustration. “I mean, you’re sure you checked everything correctly?” Bakugo said, knowing very well Aizawa probably triple-checked it. It was only himself to blame for slacking off.
“Do you think I’d be a teacher right now if I didn’t know how to check my students’ papers?”
Bakugo sighed in defeat. “Okay, whatever. Can you just tell me how I can fix this shitty mark?”
“Bakugo, a B+ is not a problem.”
“Just— tell me what I can do. Please.”
Aizawa took a second examining Bakugo; he never heard him say please in all his years of knowing him. He knew the amount of pressure Bakugo would get from others, desperately needing a break, and he knew he wasn’t the type to give up so easily.
“Alright, I know what you could do,”
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It was the next day, and you were sitting in class talking and laughing with Mina Ashido. When class was over, everyone started packing their bags, including you, and headed outside with Mina, until Aizawa called you over. You looked at Mina and told her you’d catch up with her later.
“Have you seen your score on the last math test?” Aizawa said.
“What about it?” you asked, looking at him in confusion.
“A C- is considered relatively low compared to your other grades. Is there a reason why you scored so low?”
“A C-?” you questioned. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Particularly nothing, but it’s consistent. D’s and C’s in math. Usually, I’d expect higher with your performance in other grades.”
“Sir, a C- in math is considered an A to me,” you joked slightly.
“That’s… interesting,” Aizawa said, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you haven’t been doing well in math?”
You let out a deep breath. “I don’t know. It’s just harder to learn, I guess? Probably because of how different you study math compared to other subjects.”
Aizawa nodded in response. “You do know this is pulling your average down?” he questioned.
You looked at the ground, thinking about the information you got. Yes, you knew it would pull your average down, but you were honestly grateful you had even passed.
“Yes, I’m aware,” you sighed. “But you don’t understand. I swear I just can’t seem to get math,” you explained in frustration.
“If you want to get better, you should seek assistance. Have you asked your friends to help you?”
“Sir, you and I both know my friends are more dumbasses than me,” you snorted before shutting up after seeing his expression and muttering a sorry. “But yeah, I’ll try to figure something out.”
“You don’t need to,” Aizawa said. “I already did.”
You looked up at him, raising your eyebrows and blinking. “Did what?”
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8:34PM: where denki kaminari has a little crush on a videogame store employee.
📝 𐔌 . denki kaminari x reader tiny oneshot, first story kinda nervous, this is gonna flop but i did this for the other 3 denki kaminari fans left in the world sniffle ! ౨ৎ
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A new store had opened in Denki Kaminari’s neighborhood. It was a matter of time, considering before it was an old clothing store with the sign faded and collecting dust, completely abandoned. The store had been open for around a week now, but Denki hasn’t had the time to visit yet. After seeing news of the Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth game releasing and it being sold out on online stores, Denki decided to try his luck at the videogame store, and also to just check it out in general.
Seeing that the store was open 24 hours, and it was currently around 1AM, Denki decided to go take a visit now, to get the CD and play tomorrow since it’d be his off day and he’d have all the time to play. After a 6 minute walk, give or take, Denki reached the shop, taking a look at the exterior before heading inside. There was subtle music playing, and when Denki entered the store he realized how cold it was inside, refreshing how the air conditioner hit him because of the hot weather recently.
Considering that the store had only been open for around a week, it seemed to be decorated nicely and filled with videogames, consoles, and more. But what caught Denki’s eyes more was not the interior design of the shop but the girl at the counter, reading a comic book on the chair while blowing bubblegum. You seemed to be completely distracted, not even noticing yet that a customer had entered the shop, as you had an AirPod on one side of your ear, which was filled with piercings shining under the light. You wore blue jeans and a dark blue, almost black polo shirt that looked like it was the store’s employee uniform.
Denki, on the other hand, wore socks with sandals, black shorts, and an orange hoodie that was worn out from how often he wore it. He didn’t think he’d run into anyone anyway and honestly expected some 30 year old neckbeard guy to be working this late. But instead, the universe decided to make him come across the one girl who seemed beautiful beyond his imagination. Just his luck.
He walked inside the store more, trying to reveal his presence to the worker, noticing how it was not only a videogame store but also sold things such as Funko Pops, comics, and a few literature books. There was also a small sitting area near the window to the right when you entered the store. The place just gave a cozy vibe in general.
While looking around, Denki saw in his peripheral vision that you shifted your position, fixed your shirt, and tried to throw the bubblegum in the small trash can next to the counter without him seeing. “Welcome!” you said, and Denki turned his head towards you. “Sorry, I didn’t expect a customer to come this late. Do you need help finding something?” you laughed awkwardly.
“No, it’s fine, I’ll just look around,” Denki responded, almost about to stutter from how fast he responded. You nodded your head in response. He looked through the stalls, looking over the games and other items (and sometimes taking a look at you here and there), taking notes of it for when he wanted to get them another time, until finding Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth.
Denki headed back to the counter, putting the CD on the table and grabbing his wallet from his pocket to take out his card. He noticed your freshly manicured nails, though he didn’t know that they were fresh, he just thought they were pretty, as you picked up the CD to go through the scanner. “That’ll be 70 dollars,” you said.
Denki gave his card and you swiped it. “Oh, it declined,” you said awkwardly. Denki wanted an airstrike to kill him now. There was absolutely no way. He literally got paid 2 weeks ago, how could his card decline now out of all times?
“Can you try it again?” he said, almost embarrassed to ask. You nodded and swiped it one more time. “It worked,” you said. Denki closed his eyes out of relief.
“So, Final Fantasy fan, huh?” you said while taking a paper bag from under the counter, unfolding it to put the CD in. You weren’t usually a fan of small talk, but after getting employed, it had turned into a habit. Denki lifted his head up to you, but avoided eye contact at the same time to nod and say,
“Yeah, definitely gonna spend all day tomorrow playing it.” “Good luck,” you said and chuckled.
You handed the bag to the customer and he took it with the receipt inside. “Thank you for coming, have a good day!” you exclaimed, which Denki just nodded to and headed out after, giving a long sigh, realizing he was holding his breath. After Denki reached home, he dropped his things at a nearby table, not even bothering to look at the CD again, and opened his phone.
Denki would come to the store quite often now. At first he’d just go inside to check if you were working. If you weren’t, he’d just quickly browse through a shelf then go back out, but if you were working a shift, he’d stay in the store for maybe 15-20 minutes at least, sometimes longer when he’d grab a book and sit in the sitting area placed near the window and pretend to be interested in the book when he would just secretly peek at you, trying to figure out how to talk to you, then put it back and go outside. It’s not like the only purpose of Denki going to the store was just to look at you or talk with you, even though it was like that the first couple of times, he did end up finding a comfort in the place.
Though he started overthinking that it might be a little weird to you that he’d come just to look and then leave, so he started buying random comics or games, a few he was actually interested in, to act like he actually had a purpose in coming. He had probably visited the store 10 times in the span of like… 3 weeks, but only 5 of those times were you working a shift. Which he now knows that you only work night shifts from 8 till 2.
In most of those times, the only conversations you guys would have were casual small talk. Other times you had small convos about something he was buying. One time he bought a Pikachu keychain and you said it looked like him. His brain almost short circuited.
Denki was going to ask you for your number earlier, but never got the right time. One of those times he brought Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero with him to “encourage” him to ask, but they ended up getting distracted with each other and the “sick ass store” as they said. Then the last time he wanted to ask, the store had a lot of workers with you and it was packed, probably because of the sale happening, and there was no way he had the courage to ask you in front of them even if they weren’t going to be focusing on you guys.
Finally, he went into the store at around 1 AM, mainly because that’s the time where there are no customers and just you working. This time he put effort into his outfit, very casual to you, effort to him. But he also wasn’t exactly trying to overdo it when it was 1 AM. Wearing a black shirt with gray sweatpants (because he saw a TikTok once about how it was attractive, he doesn’t know why) and simple sneakers, no socks with sandals. He learned that lesson after the first time.
When he entered the store, he saw you give a smile and a small wave. “Welcome.” Denki nodded in response. He did his usual routine of looking around, but he was actually just trying to not overthink it and just go for it in a stall, calming himself down and realizing “it’s not that deep.” He took a comic book and went to the counter, placed it down, did the usual small talk, paid for it and… left.
He paced around outside for around 30 seconds, telling himself he could do it and asking what’s the worst that could happen. But now he felt awkward entering just to ask for your number. He thought it would make him seem weird. That wouldn’t stop him though. He wanted to get this over with so he wouldn’t regret not asking you later.
He went inside again. There was no backing out now, and he went up to the counter. You lifted your head and raised your eyebrows when you saw Denki approaching you. “Hey, can I get your number?” Denki said quickly, without stuttering even once. He wanted to applaud himself but was also too busy worrying about every bad outcome of this. You smiled and said, “Oh sure, was wondering when you’d ask,” muttering the last part.
Denki just stood there for a couple of seconds, grateful you said yes, and let out a sigh of relief. “So..?” you said after a bit. He said, “Oh shit,” in realization and took out his phone for you to enter your number. You typed it in and saved your contact with your nickname and gave it back to him with a smile.
“Thank you,” Denki said, to which you just smiled. “Text me,” you said to him, to which he responded that he’d make sure to. After a small talk about how you knew he wanted to ask for a while now and was waiting for him to, him feeling embarrassed and making tiny jokes here and there. He waved goodbye and headed home with a satisfactory smile, pulling out his phone the second he stepped outside. Already planning what to text you.
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