You always liked winter. The cold was comforting, and snow was a blanket on Earth. The quiet beauty captured you, much like you captured Bakugou.
He hated the cold. His quirk never worked well, and the weather was a nuisance. Foul couldn't begin to describe his mood, until the day he saw you the way you saw winter.
It was a chilly day, but the warmth in his heart that spread to his cheeks was more than enough to get through this winter.
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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
