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undergoing a revamp - changes and posting schedule to be updated november 2023

> a fic where bakugou katsuki strolls the streets of downtown japan late at night aimlessly, in an inner conflict with unwanted wandering thoughts until the moment he ends up having an unlikely encounter with a similar, unlikely stranger <

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Chapter 1

Notes:

i suppose you could say the two guiding points that really steered this fic was: a) this was a bakugou-centric fic, and; b) the influence of the abduction on his character development doesn’t get nearly as much attention as it should. initially, i was aiming to write something much lighter with less angsty undertones but i couldn’t help going off once i got deeper in interpreting his mindset. this fic is set in the aftermath of the abduction arc but before the confrontation between bakugou and deku. i hope you enjoy reading this … rather strange amalgamation of drabbles that outline various different takes on bakugou’s mindset in this period of the series when he was at his most vulnerable. i don’t intend to leave this here, of course. if you as a reader wish to read more of these interpretations or spin offs of these drabbles as i craft them into fics, please be sure to comment below. your feedback is very important to me and i really wish to know what you all think of this drabble collection.

Chapter Text

It wasn’t the best decision to make. Bakugou knew that much at least, the very moment he came up with this impulsive plan. 

 

Should he say it was the most tempting then? Tempting to escape the exhausting, cacophonous environment that was now his permanent adobe. Tempting to indulge in an extended excursion from the new normal. This new normal of residing in an almost suffocating enclosed dorm with the most... questionable of ‘ideal’ of classmates.

 

An excuse of temptation seemed to provide a valid reason for his side of the argument if - or should he say when - his actions were discovered. The reasons were convincing enough and he highly doubted anyone would question them when they had already long since deemed Bakugou Katsuki as the resident angsty and impulsive teenager.

 

(Truthfully, it was the only excuse he was willing to give or conceive now that his inner desperation for some sort of - still definitively foreign - freedom threatened to breach the walls of his carefully crafted facade.)