sticking to every rooftop and streetlamp, but you barely noticed it—because Katsuki Bakugo was stomping through the snow in his full hero gear, muttering curses with every heavy boot step “Damn snow… how the hell am I supposed to blast anything without slipping on my ass?” he growled, glaring at the white blanket covering the ground. His spiky hair was already dusted with flakes, making him look like he had just walked out of a snow globe. You tugged your scarf higher over your mouth
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