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Part 3 is here! Let's take a quick look at Bakugou's thoughts👀💕 link to part two bsky.app/profile/lain... 💭💫

He thought of her face at that moment, how defensive she'd looked, wanting to avoid him. His eyes squeezed shut. "Sleep!" He ordered himself, determined to ignore his own mind until sunrise. TBC...

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he just knew she could protect herself, that she was capable of much more than what was allowed her trapped on that solid ground. "How much do you value this comfort?" "Why are you asking me these things, Mr. Bakugou?"

Maybe show her things she'd only heard about in stories. Neptune's beard! He looked like a teenager desperate for his first skirt! But she was so much more than that. Bakugou wanted to take her with him, even knowing the dangers,

That party was more of an excuse than a celebration, considering the victory they were celebrating had happened a little over six months ago. He just needed an excuse to talk to her some more. Maybe ask her to dance?

He didn't know why, and not even Deku, who had grown considerably closer to her (as a friend, much to the blond's relief), could figure out why, or at least he didn't tell him.

Her body was like the sea, full of curves and dangers for a weak-minded man. Bakugou didn't consider himself one of them, but he couldn't help but think how much he wanted to drown in her. She was beautiful, strong, magical! But there was one problem: she avoided him like a lamb fleeing a lion.

how far he could push her, but they didn't have time, always returning to the sea the next day. Ochako was a force of nature, and he was certain of it. Her eyes, which shone at the stories he told but not at him, disturbed him.

She invited them in, offered them a table and drinks, but he could barely get a word out. His mind filled with the image of her effortlessly knocking out two men larger than her, it stirred something in him, a desire to challenge her, to see how far she could go,

"Oh, that?" She looked at the pair of idiots slogging away from them. She shrugged, "I decided to take some combat lessons after what happened that time!" "You were amazing, Uraraka-san!" Deku gave a thumbs-up in approval, as did the others.

The pirates were startled, their eyes wide and their mouths open as the waitress's petite figure kicked them out with her bare hands. When she saw them, a smile quickly spread across her face. "You're here!" Her face was a little sweaty. "Um… Uraraka-san, what happened?" Deku was the first to ask.

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It was a force of nature that made him orbit that port, and it was driving him mad. He remembered when, not many months ago, he'd found her chasing a couple of men out of the tavern.

It was torturous, he would never admit it, but ever since he had entered that tavern six months ago, that place had become a magnet for him—not the place, but someone. Uraraka Ochako, a name he only learned from Deku on their second visit to the tavern,

With his head propped on his arm, he stared at the ceiling above him. This was the first time in eight years he'd slept in a bed on dry land. He didn't like being away from the ship, but he had to.

He lost some of them along the way, but if he could go back in time, he'd do it all over again. Almost eight years later, he had become a maritime reference in the fight against the cursed king's rule.

Enslaved for 7 years, he lived serving the ships that were once commanded by his mother, then he joined with other boys, and in the dead of night they stole one of the ships from the port.

Bakugou was one of them, watching his family being massacred—his father, as the governor's chief advisor, and his mother, as the chief captain of the national navy. He was only 10 years old at the time, but he was forced to watch; they wouldn't let him close his eyes.

As soon as King Eiji succeeded in his coup to take over the state, all the leaders were killed, their heads cut off in front of all the people, while their supporters and their families were turned into slaves.

The room was small, with two beds, a desk between them, and the only window in the room, now closed against the night's chill. Bakugou remembered a time when the cold had been unavoidable.

The blond carefully closed the door and took off his boots. The last thing he needed was for Deku to wake up and pepper him with questions about Ochako. Taking off his leather vest, he lay down on the bed on the other side of the room.

Bakugou entered the room where he and Deku were settled for the night, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to sleep without the rocking of the sea beneath him. His green-haired classmate was already curled up on his bed against the wall.

He glanced at her over his shoulder. "I don't intend to do now." Mina watched the blond disappear onto the first floor and with a sigh, went back to cleaning the tables.

Her smile turned into a look of disappointment. "Nothing yet, is it?" She clicked her tongue three times. "You're going to let her get away at this rate, Captain." He snorted and headed back up the stairs. "I've never let anything get away in my life."

The pink-haired woman had become an insistent presence ever since Kirishima decided she was, in his words, "the treasure of his soul." She left the table she was cleaning and approached him with a smile on her face. "Any progress?" His eyebrow rose. "None of your business."

Bakugou marched through the kitchen and past the counter to the stairs that would take him to his room. "Bakugou!" Mina's voice stopped him. He turned back to her, his right hand still on the railing and his right foot still on the first step, as if to make it clear he didn't want to linger.