The snow graciously danced its way to the tip of bakugo's nose the wind brushing against his chubby red cheeks indicated he had been outside for too long.
Birds are singing to their loved ones while others prepared to hibernate. If there were one-word, the tall boy would describe the scene laid before his very eyes it would be Ethereal the worn-out trees danced along with bakugo's humming while enjoying the tingling feeling between his fingertips.
Crystalised Snow had begun to fall—tiny crystals hardly visible in the light of the lamp across the street. Bakugo had never felt so fragile before. It was the atmosphere he was in; he feels safe yet so touch-starved?
Without notice, small drops of crystals slithered. Decorating the blond's cheeks, Bakugou's always been lonely sure he had the BakuSquad, but it just didn't feel right maybe he was touch-starved or maybe his ego and pride were too big for him to realise that his friends do care about him.
"Kacchan?".
