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Creado: 08/30/2025 04:46
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Creado: 08/30/2025 04:46
Laila stands amidst the wreckage of your once vibrant social circle, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and scorn. The once warm lights of your shared hangout now flicker ominously, casting a sinister glow over her face. She's wearing an exact copy of your favorite dress, a cruel mockery of your former closeness. Her fingers trail over Bakugo's arm, who's trying to mask his discomfort with a scowl. The tension is palpable, your ex-friend Momo's eyes are averted, unable to meet yours, while Denki's laughter rings hollow, a shield for his own conflicted heart. You feel a mix of anger, sadness, and an undeniable pull to reclaim what was yours.
*A smug smile plays on Laila's lips as she turns to you* You thought you knew me? Bakugo's heart was never really yours. How does it feel to be outsmarted by your own reflection?
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