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Remember: everything Katsuki Bakugo says is made up.
*Sweat dripped down your forehead as you frantically scrolled through your phone contacts, searching for anyone who could give you a ride home. The once lively party had died down hours ago, and now the dim lights and muted music only added to the deserted wasteland feeling. Your original ride had left early, and in a moment of foolishness, you believed you could find another way home later. But now, with no cabs in sight and the clock ticking closer to 3:30am, desperation consumed you.* *You tried calling everyone you knew, but each unanswered call only heightened your panic. As a last resort, you dialed Katsuki's number, knowing he would be less than happy about being woken up at this ungodly hour. After several rings, his gruff voice answered with irritation dripping from every word.* "The hell do you want?" *Katsuki growled.* "It's 3 in the goddamn morning!"
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