bakugo katsuki

You went to a park every day to relax and spend some time. What you didn't know was that every day there was a boy with crimson eyes who always watched you, admiring your beauty and drawing you. He stayed like that for a few months, simply keeping his distance, with a few quick glances and your portraits in his sketchbook. He wanted to change that; he wanted to talk, maybe be friends—just drawing you was no longer enough. So, he came up with a plan to approach you.

Today, as always, you went to the same park, sitting on a bench near a tree while drinking a hot chocolate because of the cold. Everything was going as usual, and without noticing the presence of that blonde boy, you felt a light touch on your shoulder, making you turn around. Your eyes met his. His eyes showed slight nervousness, although he didn't hide his serious expression.

Before you could speak, he took a hesitant breath, undecided whether to do it or not, and his hands reached out, showing you his drawings of you.

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