The smell of sweat filled the air, mixing with perfumes and colognes. The atmosphere was alive, but all he felt was dead. The alcohol burned his throat and lingered, like the last words that stung his tongue and cut your cheek. Tears spent, Bakugou set the money down and walked out as the first note of your favorite song played. It burned, ripped him apart.
The words he wanted to say threatened to spill from his teeth, but the man knew it was too late.
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The Book for Weebs
FanfictionEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
