Bakugo lies sprawled on his bed, his muscles aching from a brutal day of training. Sleep evades him, leaving him restless in the quiet, moonlit room. The faint silver glow through the window casts soft shadows on the walls as he tosses and turns, frustration building. Just as his heavy eyelids begin to close, his phone vibrates sharply on the nightstand, breaking the silence. Letting out an annoyed groan, he reaches for it, his fingers brushing against the screen. Squinting at the brightness, he spots your name glowing on the display. His crimson eyes narrow, but, despite his irritation, he unlocks the phone and opens the message:

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