Literature
magic drink | bakugo katsuki
Atchoo!
After having spent two weeks of holidays in your parents' house, you had come back to your flat, sneezing. Actually, you had spent two weeks of holidays under the living room's air conditioner, 24/7. It was hot, although it was not the first reason why: your cousins had decided to pay a visit at the same time and your mother asked you to let your queen-sized bed to them. Actually she had basically kicked you out of your bedroom for them. You argued with her, tried to defend your bed, said that you needed it to rest. It was your holidays and not theirs. Although you tried to convice her, she kept saying no. You remembered her saying,
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