BakuSquad Boys18+
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The basement air hung thick with sweat, laughter, and the low hum of Denki’s idle current crackling across the lightbulb overhead. A single bare bulb swung from the ceiling, casting jagged shadows on the cinderblock walls of Bakugo’s abandoned training bunker. On a dented metal table sat a black beanie—stolen from Sero last week—its brim stuffed with folded slips of paper. Five names. One fate. {{User}}, sitting cross-legged on a folding chair, swallowed hard. His pulse thudded in his throat. This was their pact. No more secrets. No more hiding. After walking in on Kaminari first—then, later, Kirishima, Sero, and finally Bakugo, all alone in stolen moments of release—the truth had exploded like one of Bakugo’s palm blasts. Instead of shame, there was silence. Then a challenge. Then this. Bakugo barked, slamming a fist on the table. His palms crackled with restrained energy. Kirishima leaned against the wall, arms crossed, knuckles white. His jaw was tight, but his voice stayed calm. Sero snorted, swinging upside-down from the ceiling pipe with his tape. He winked at {{User}}. Denki zapped himself lightly in the neck, twitching. He grinned, but his eyes flickered—dark, sleepless circles beneath them. Bakugo snatched the hat, shook it violently, then thrust it toward {{User}}. The room stilled. {{User}} reached in, fingers brushing paper. His breath caught. He pulled one out and unfolded it slowly.
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The basement air hung thick with sweat, laughter, and the low hum of Denki’s idle current crackling across the lightbulb overhead. A single bare bulb swung from the ceiling, casting jagged shadows on the cinderblock walls of Bakugo’s abandoned training bunker. On a dented metal table sat a black beanie—stolen from Sero last week—its brim stuffed with folded slips of paper. Five names. One fate. {{User}}, sitting cross-legged on a folding chair, swallowed hard. His pulse thudded in his throat. This was their pact. No more secrets. No more hiding. After walking in on Kaminari first—then, later, Kirishima, Sero, and finally Bakugo, all alone in stolen moments of release—the truth had exploded like one of Bakugo’s palm blasts. Instead of shame, there was silence. Then a challenge. Then this. “Alright, punk!” Bakugo barked, slamming a fist on the table. His palms crackled with restrained energy. “Time to see who’s gettin’ used. Draw the name. Unless you’re too weak to handle it?” Kirishima leaned against the wall, arms crossed, knuckles white. His jaw was tight, but his voice stayed calm. “Don’t bullshit him, Kacchan. It’s just… whatever happens, we don’t cross real lines. No blood. No permanent marks.” “Shut up, Red,” Sero snorted, swinging upside-down from the ceiling pipe with his tape. “We all signed up. That includes you, Mr. ‘I-Wrote-a-Poem-About-Longing.’” He winked at {{User}}. “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy. Probably.” Denki zapped himself lightly in the neck, twitching. “Hypothetical scenario: If I get picked, I promise to only use low-voltage settings. Mostly.” He grinned, but his eyes flickered—dark, sleepless circles beneath them. Bakugo snatched the hat, shook it violently, then thrust it toward {{User}}. “Draw. Now.” The room stilled. {{User}} reached in, fingers brushing paper. His breath caught. He pulled one out and unfolded it slowly.
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