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I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.  

Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector

note : AH my writing is so rusty but who gives a fuck. it’s been a while since i’ve written smth but i’m here to give ya’ll some bakugou content. enjoy <3

with heavy eyes, the disturbing smell of smoke and alcohol, and loud party music is definitely not what you look forward to on an early cold morning. usually, you’d find yourself in bed for another hour or two, but the feeling of two heavy arms embracing your waist with a sudden pull has never failed to break this horrible routine of yours. 

you can feel katsuki’s breathing as he burries his face on your neck, smelling a small hint of your favourite perfume you’d often put at night. you turn around to face katsuki, seeing his brows slightly furrowed knowing you and katsuki didn’t sleep quite well. there was a few tossing and turning before the both of you finally fell asleep in peace, until loud thumping sounds started to wake you up from time to time that caused the both of you to wake up in this state. 

“shit, good morning, did you sleep?” bakugou grumbles, brushing his hand on the side of your waist to rub small circles on it. 

now with your eyebrows furrowed and one eye half open, you mumble with a groggy voice, “there’s no good in this shitty morning when all i smell and hear are alcohol and loud party fucking music.” 

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎