Song: Pretty Boy By The Neighborhood

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‼️Credit To Original Artist‼️

Anyways on with the show...

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Third Person Pov:

Shit.

That was the only thing that registered into Izuku's head at the moment. His hand shook as he looked at the message on his phone.

His breathing became uneven and his palms started to sweat. He wasn't worried about himself at the moment, he was more worried about Katsuki.

What? How? When? Who?

These were the questions running through his head at the moment. Well, he had an idea who, but the rest was a mystery. The message was very direct, it was only a few words long.

I know about you and Bakugo...

What an oddly threatening message. Maybe it was the fact that the person who sent this knew his number. Maybe the fact that it was an unknown number, who apparently knew who he was.

Izuku took a deep breath, he needed to calm down. He needed to relax, he couldn't think straight in these conditions. His breathing slowly came back to normal, his palms have dried and he wasn't as shaky as before.

Izuku put his phone down on his bed, he should really text Katsuki. He sighed.

But if Izuku texted him, the blonde would totally freak out; especially if he said it over the phone. Izuku thought about his options, either way, the blonde would lose his marbles!

He decided to tell him tomorrow, maybe then the both of them could fix this problem.

Come up with a solution.

Izuku let out a deep sigh, even though he was completely calm he just couldn't turn his mind off. All he wanted to do now was sleep. It's been a long day with surprises both pleasant and not so pleasant.

Eventually, the thoughts in his head became background noise, like static, just crackling and hissing. The freckled boy finally slept.

Everything was calm.

Strangely calm.

The calm before the storm.

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Have you ever had that feeling in your gut that something bad was going to happen?

Because that was what Bakugo was feeling at the moment. He's been feeling this way ever since Izuku left. Which was about two hours ago. Why won't this feeling go away?

It's driving him nuts!

He felt sick, just like he did in the 2nd grade when he was performing as prince charming at some school play. It was a horrible feeling.

Like instead of butterflies floating and flying around in your stomach, it felt like bees and wasps stinging you from the inside out.

Not good.

Bakugo was currently laying down on his bed staring at the blank white ceiling. Why was he feeling like this!?

He grumbled and sat up, his back cracking at the motion. He's been laying down for who knows how long.

He yawned as he got up from his bed. Bakugo then left his bedroom and started walking down the stairs into the kitchen.

He grabbed two green grapes and ate them.

Maybe this gut-clenching feeling was just hunger? He later grabbed a red apple and started walking back up the stairs.

I know an apple isn't a meal, but he was way too lazy to make some actual food.

He sighed as he made it into his room, closing the door behind him. He wanted to be alone for now. Bakugo's room was dark and a pretty comfortable place. Even though he was only staying here for a short amount of time, his room needed to look cool. Like, come on?

He walked up to his bed again and sat down, his bed creaking at the sudden weight.

Bakugo bit into the apple, a satisfying crunch coming from the motion.

As he ate the apple he began to think. What's going on? When he normally had this feeling it meant that something shitty was about to happen. He was never wrong.

Bakugo decided to be cautious.

He hoped that nothing horrible was about to happen.

Valentine's day was a couple of days away and he was visiting his boyfriend, amazing right?!

Bakugo didn't want anything to go wrong.

He won't let it happen.

He smirked at his plan even though it didn't count as a plan. More of a thought actually.

The knot in his stomach loosened, he felt a bit better. Bakugo let out a sigh of relief. He smiled before continuing to eat his fruit.

Nothing was wrong.

He was just being paranoid.

Everything was fine.

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Someone chuckled.

He looked at the blonde through a crack in his door. He didn't consider himself a stalker.

Not at all.

He was the observed type, he didn't talk much either.

He looked down at his phone.

Read at 9:45 pm

He frowned, dammit.

Why didn't he answer!

Oh, he'll regret that.

He smirked though, he put his hand on his forehead and smiled wider.

Oh, this is gonna be fun...

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Boom! This chapter is done ;)

I hope that y'all enjoyed it!

Day 2 of updating until valentines day 💪💪

And like always, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes 🐸

Anyways I don't know what else to say um, yeah 😃

Well goodbyeee and I love you all 💋