Chapter Thirty-Two: Excursions

Today was the most pointless day of the year: Valentine's Day. While Katsuki wasn't usually one to celebrate such an abhorrent excuse for a holiday, he knew if he didn't at least pretend to care, then a certain blonde-haired beauty would turn into a blonde-haired devil. So, there he was, at six in the morning, banging on the door of a quaint café that had yet to open for business for some reason.

A wrinkly faced old man with beady eyes answered the door with a scowl already set in place. "Can't ya see we're closed, sonny?"

"I don't care!" Katsuki snapped in return, already irritated that he'd had to wait so long for an answer. "I need your best muffins. And a coffee or something."

He narrowed his eyes further. "It's Valentine's Day, you know?"

Katsuki gave him a look. "Of course, it is, you old fart! Why else would I be here?!"

"Now, Yuri, let's not turn away a customer." An elderly lady with round cheeks and bright eyes stepped forward and placed a hand on the old man's arm. She offered Katsuki a grandmotherly smile. "Why hello there, young man. What can we do for you?"

"These aren't business hours!" the old man complained. "We open later on Wednesdays."

She gave him a playful swat in the arm. "Hush now, dear."

Katsuki cleared his throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed for the tirade. He honestly hadn't known the place would be closed. He had assumed that any place serving coffee and breakfast items would be open before dawn. "Look, I just wanted to get some muffins or something…"

The woman's eyes lit up. "Of course, you did, young man!" She dropped an arm around his shoulders and led him inside. "I'd bet my hat that you're looking for something for a special someone~ Am I right?"

Katsuki fidgeted with the ring on his right hand. "I mean… maybe," he admitted.

"What a sweet boy!" the woman cooed in his ear. "Come now, take anything you like! It's on the house!"

"IT CERTAINLY IS NOT!" shouted the old man.

"I need a muffin and a cup of coffee," Katsuki said, ignoring the man's outburst. "Or…a cappuccino? Actually, I don't even know what she'd like." His shoulders slumped and he groaned into his hand, feeling like a moron for even thinking this was a good idea. He should have asked Todo to come with him. At least he seemed to be an expert on Aisla, as much as Katsuki hated to admit it.

The woman gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Don't you worry, we'll get you a real nice surprise for your little girlfriend!"

He tensed at the word 'girlfriend.' He still wasn't used to saying it, and he certainly wasn't used to hearing it. He kind of hated it, honestly. It felt so cringey to call someone by that title. She was Aisla and he was Katsuki. Why did there have to be labels involved?

"He's too young to be dating!" griped the old man.

His wife ignored him. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"It's…Katsuki," he mumbled as he shuffled on his feet some more.

"My name is Sumico," she introduced herself. "And that old grouch over there is Yuri. He's a sweet man, honestly, he just has a bad temper!"

The man scoffed. "I'm not a grouch! I just don't like pesky kids coming into my business begging for free treats!"

"Hey, I have money—" Katsuki tried, but Sumico cut him off before he could get all the words out.

"What's her name?" she asked as she patted his head in a way that normally would irritate him, but for some reason didn't bother him today. "This Valentine of yours?"

Katsuki chewed his lip in thought, debating how much he really wanted to talk to a couple of old people. He didn't think she meant any harm, but he was also in a rush to get back to campus and this woman seemed intent on chatting his ear off.

"Her name is Aisla," he offered at last.

Sumico's face lit up. "Such a sweet name! I bet this girl really cares about you."

He shrugged in response.

"Well then, Katsuki, let's get sweet Aisla something special, shall we?" She led him over to a counter with some bar stools still stacked on top of it. "How about a blueberry muffin?" she suggested. "Do you think that's something she would enjoy?"

Katsuki thought about it. He knew she liked fruit and most people liked blueberry muffins, but…

"Wait here a moment, I know just what to do!" The woman disappeared through a door, leaving Katsuki alone with her grouchy husband. The two men glared at each other in silence for a long moment before the elder man finally spoke.

"Are you really here this early in the morning to get your girl something special?"

Katsuki wanted to tell him to go to hell and mind his own business, but he could tell from his expression that he didn't mean anything bad by it. He was genuinely curious. He probably wanted to know if Katsuki had good intentions or not since he was bothering him outside of normal business hours.

"Yeah, so what if I am?" he grumbled, arms folded defensively across his chest. He was seconds away from abandoning his plan altogether and picking her up a nice cup of stale coffee from the cafeteria, but something held him back—a silent promise made in the dark of night to a girl who deserved something special on Valentine's Day.

The old man's beady eyes studied him intently for a moment, then he leaned against the counter on his elbow and gave Katsuki what he must have thought was an encouraging smile but looked more like a sneer. It was probably the same expression people saw on his own face when he tried to smile.

"Alright then, sonny," Yuri said, tone serious and no longer hostile. "If what you say is true, then you'd better do right by that girl of yours, ya hear? Don't be a pansy and let her go, if she means that much to you. Someone might snatch her away from you."

Katsuki bristled. "What the hell does that mean?!"

The man arched an eyebrow. "Son, you're here at the crack of dawn, beating down my door just to get this girl some breakfast. That tells me you must be pretty serious about her. But based on your unpleasant attitude," he added pointedly, "something tells me that you might be more like myself than I thought. If that's the case, you might not show her how you feel as much as you should. Maybe you should think about that on your way home."

Katsuki opened his mouth to say something, but just then the plump woman pushed open the door and produced a bag with a flourish.

"Here you go, young man~!" she sang. "I gave you four different types of our best-selling muffins. You give this to your girl and let her choose which one she likes the best. That way, you can't go wrong!" She held the bag out to him with triumph in her eyes.

Her husband grumbled something under his breath about "a waste of business."

"I have money," Katsuki reminded them, pulling out his wallet as proof and holding it toward them helplessly, not sure what to do. He'd been planning on paying for what he ordered and had even brought enough to pay extra if that was what it took to get them to sell to him so early.

The woman waved him off and waggled the bag. "I told you, it's on the house today! It's Valentine's Day, and I just love seeing young love blossom! Don't you agree, Yuri, dear?"

He harrumphed and refused to answer, but Katsuki got the impression he might agree more than he let on, if his little speech was any indication. His face was pulled down into a frown but his eyes betrayed a hidden emotion.

He took the proffered bag and gave them a grateful smile. "Thanks. Sorry to bother you so early in the morning."

"You sure are—" the man started to agree but was cut off by an elbow to his side.

"Hush, dear! Get the boy some coffee to-go before you scare him off!" She turned back to Katsuki with a sweet smile. "You come back now and visit, you hear? You bring Aisla so she can tell us how she liked our pastries. Promise me, Katsuki."

He scowled and looked away to hide a blush. "Fine, whatever."

"Good boy." She ruffled his hair again, and this time he swatted her hand away. "Now, run along now and make this day special for that girl!" she instructed him.

With two coffees and breakfast in hand, Katsuki made his way down the street. He had a smile on his face despite the strange interaction with the café owners. The more he thought about it, though, the more the couple seemed a lot like him and Aisla. The old woman was sweet and thoughtful like Aisla always was, and her husband was just as mean and angry as Katsuki. But they cared about each other and obviously enjoyed spending time together, even if Yuri pretended that wasn't true.

Katsuki wondered, as he neared the UA border wall with his spoils, if one day in the distant future…he and Aisla would be just like them.

Katsuki stood outside of Aisla's bedroom door, arms laden with beverages and food, trying to puzzle out how he could knock without dumping coffee all over his shirt. Since they were allowed to 'dress down' for the holiday, he'd purposely chosen a shirt that was red even though he felt like a walking holiday card, and paired it with some jeans and the ring Aisla had given him for Christmas. He hadn't even bothered combing through his hair, though, since that was always a task that ended in Katsuki breaking a hairbrush.

"Need a hand?"

He turned slightly to see Todoroki walking up to him with hands stuffed in jeans pockets. He had on a white shirt with some red flames across the front that actually wasn't terrible looking (not that he'd ever admit that). He wore an unreadable expression, but there wasn't any of his usual snarkiness there, much to his surprise.

Even so, Katsuki narrowed his eyes and pulled the breakfast items closer to his chest as though afraid the other boy might try to swipe them. "What do you want?" he growled.

Todoroki shrugged. "I was just on my way to say hello to Aisla, but…" He eyed the contents in Katsuki's hands pointedly. "I see that your hands are full. I assume some of that is meant for her, so I'll just wait to see her in class. Before I leave, though, I could knock on the door for you? Or do you usually just kick the wood violently?"

There was the snark he knew and hated.

"I don't want help from you!" he hissed under his breath, careful not to shout and announce his presence before he could muster up all the courage he needed.

Todoroki shrugged again. "Alright, if that's how it is, then I'll leave. Tell Aisla I said hello." He turned around and started to walk downstairs.

"Wait," Katsuki called out reluctantly. He refused to meet the bastard's gaze as he spoke. "Do you know…what kind of muffins she likes?"

"Aisla?" he guessed. He grew thoughtful for a moment. "I can't say that I know that one, Bakugo. I guess you've one-upped me at last." He gave him a swift bow before turning back and leaving him alone in the hallway.

Katsuki stared after his retreating figure for a long moment. Part of him considered dumping his spoils on Todo instead and telling him he could do whatever he wanted with them, before hiding in his room for the rest of the day. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a deep shaky breath, and turned back to Aisla's door.

He balanced a cup precariously on the lid of the other and gave the door a quick knock. Fortunately for him, luck must have been on his side because neither cup had fallen, and they were miraculously still piping hot in his hands.

It took a long time for her to answer the door, so long that he thought he either hadn't knocked loud enough or she wasn't even there at the moment. But finally, the lock clicked from the inside and Aisla's blonde head peered out at him.

Brilliant blue eyes met his and a smile lit up her whole face. "Katsuki! I'm so happy to see you." Then her eyes shifted to the items in his hands and her smile grew. "Did you…bring me coffee?"

He nodded and thrust one of the cups into her hands wordlessly. He couldn't speak for some reason; his brain wasn't working all of a sudden. All he could think was, damn do you look pretty in that dress.

It wasn't red as he had suspected it would be (and was secretly glad they didn't look like some matchy couple). It was a soft, cherry blossom pink with a white ribbon tied around the middle. It was a simple dress and didn't exactly hug every curve, but it was tighter than her normal attire and fairly short, revealing smooth legs donned with matching pink sandals. Her hair was down, as it always was, but holding back the strands from her face was another white ribbon. He never realized how much she liked to hide behind her hair before that moment.

"Katsuki?" she asked when he continued to stare. "Is something the matter?"

She looked down at the dress, then played with the ends of her hair in that anxious way of hers. She must have thought he didn't like the way she looked. He needed to say something before she got the wrong idea and started to cry.

"Aisla, I…" Words evaded him again and his cheeks turned rouge.

She proffered a smile. "Would you like to come in? I was just doing some drawing before class. You're welcome to sit with me."

He swallowed hard and nodded, wondering why he was suddenly acting like such a clueless idiot. He needed to get his act together fast! This was embarrassing. He was acting like that dumbass Kirishima probably did around his girlfriend. He'd bet those two didn't even exchange two words to each other, just stared lovingly into one another's eyes or some bullshit.

He shook off the thought and stepped inside. Aisla closed the door softly behind him, and he noted the unmistakable click of the lock. He wondered if that was a habit of hers to lock her door, or if there was some ulterior motive afoot here.

"What's in the bag?" she asked curiously as she sat her coffee down on the desk next to her sketchpad. It looked like she was working on a floral arrangement today, which wasn't surprising considering the holiday in question.

Speaking of holidays…

"Mm… Errr…" God, why was he such a blubbering mess?! He was Katsuki Bakugo, dammit! He should at least have something to say!

Aisla tilted her head to one side. "You're acting strange today. Did something happen?" She placed a pink manicured hand on his arm and gave him one of her signature smiles, the ones he swore were reserved just for him.

"It's…Valentine's Day…" he offered lamely.

"That it is," she agreed, expression amused.

He chewed his lip some more, trying to force bravado he didn't possess at the moment. "I…" He cleared his throat and glanced away, embarrassed.

"You can tell me," she encouraged, placing a hand on his arm. "What is it?"

He closed his eyes, took a deep steadying breath, then opened them once more. Her eyes regarded him fondly as she waited patiently for him to speak. He turned away from her to set his cup down on her desk, then dug in his pocket and produced a small box. He held it out without looking back at her. "Here."

"What's this?" She took the box from him, but he couldn't force himself to watch her unwrap it. It was a stupid gift anyway, a last-minute order that had barely gotten to him the day before. "A…gift?" Her tone was awed, clearly surprised that he would get her anything. She probably hadn't been expecting him to even remember the holiday existed.

He listened to the soft sound of the lid being pulled free, then the small gasp that escaped her lips. He spun around, expecting to see disgust written on her face but instead finding tears there. "Aisla…?" He reached a hand forward, then thought better about it and pulled it back to his side.

Her blue eyes met his, shimmering like crystals in the sunlight as tears threatened to spill over. "Katsuki," she breathed, "you did this for me?"

He stiffened, embarrassed. "I…well…" He struggled to find the words. "It's nothing!"

Her gaze shifted down to the box as she pulled the item out for further inspection. It was a simple black ribbon with the letter 'A' inscribed in shiny silver thread on one of the tails.

"I thought it would look good on you…" he said under his breath. "I hope you like it…"

"It's so pretty," she whispered, holding it up higher to examine the letter for a moment, then lowering it so she could look up at him. "Thank you, Katsuki. This was so sweet of you. I can't believe you'd do something so thoughtful."

He wasn't sure what to say to that, so he simply shrugged. He hadn't thought that hard about a gift for her. Valentine's Day was more about chicks getting presents for their boyfriends, so he almost didn't get her anything at all, but then he remembered she was born in America, so what if she expected a present? He figured it was better to be safe than sorry, which was why he scrambled to get a gift for her on time. Yeah, these girly Valentine's Day and White Day holidays were for giving chocolate, but he didn't think Aisla was much of a fan. He could have chosen a different candy, but then…

Early last week he saw her flip her golden curls over her shoulder, waving the red ribbon in her hair. It was the first time he realized, really realized, that she wore ribbons all the time. And that was it. He bought her one and made it extra special with the initial for her name, which was a hell of a lot cooler than some dumb chocolates.

To his shock, she turned from him and began to unwind the white satin from her hair. In its place, she tied the gift he'd given her into a neat bow. "How does it look?" she asked, twisting a strand of hair between two fingers as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Like a scrap of fabric," he answered, though his smile betrayed the joy he felt that she'd accepted his gift. It looked good on her. She was beautiful.

She rolled her eyes dramatically and turned to face him once more. "So tell me, Katsuki Bakugo," she commanded, blue eyes flicking down to the pastries he still held onto. "What's in the delicious smelling bag? Are you going to share, or do I have to fight you for it?" She grinned wickedly, and despite being in a dress like that, he knew she'd make good on that threat.

"That depends…" he mused, "how badly do you want it?"

She put her hands on her hips, which only accentuated her curves in ways that weren't legal at this hour of the morning. "You know what, I'm so hungry right now you could have a boa constrictor in that bag and I'd still fight you for some."

He laughed outright because that was the most ridiculous thing she could have said in response. "They're muffins," he said, waving the bag above her head. "Go ahead. Try and get one." He grinned devilishly.

"You cannot escape me!" she cried and jumped up to grab the bag.

He chuckled and held it even higher. "Come on, Aisla, is that all you've got? A toddler could jump higher than that!"

She growled and leapt into the air, coming dangerously close to nabbing her prize. She was a vision just then—long blonde curls bouncing, face radiant with joy. She was playful, even over something stupid like a few muffins. He liked this side of her, the one that acted upon childlike instincts without so much as a thought.

Finally, he couldn't take her struggles another moment and snatched her out of the air by the waist. He pressed a swift kiss against her smiling lips before setting her down and depositing the bag into her waiting hands.

"Don't say I never got you anything," he warned, though his tone was more playful than scolding.

She pulled open the bag and her eyes went wide. "Ooh, I love muffins! And there are so many different flavors! Can I pick whichever one I want?" She looked back at him for permission.

He nodded. "Yeah, go nuts. I know how much you like to eat."

She stuck her tongue out at him for the gibe, but plunged her hand eagerly into the bag anyway. She pulled out a muffin he thought might be coffee cake flavored based on the appearance and smell. She held the bread right up to her nose and inhaled deeply, letting out a soft sigh that wasn't appropriate when holding a breakfast item.

He stepped behind her and leaned down close. "Give me a bite of that," he commanded right in her ear.

She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise and spun around so fast she nearly dropped her muffin. She scowled up at him. "Hey, mister! You almost made me lose the special breakfast my boyfriend bought for me!" she playfully scolded.

He blushed at the praise but the grin refused to leave his face. "He sounds like a badass guy," he observed. "Good thing he likes you."

Her expression turned serious and she took his hand in her free one. "You're right," she murmured. Her thumb and forefinger twisted the ring that hugged his finger. "Lucky me."

He leaned down close to her lips and watched as her eyelids flutter closed. She was beautiful when she did that, when she waited expectantly for his lips to touch hers. Her mouth parted slightly in anticipation, and he breathed in the minty scent of her toothpaste.

He brushed his lips teasingly over hers…then took a huge bite out of her muffin.

He leaned back and chewed thoughtfully while she looked at him with a mix of shock, confusion, and a little bit of fury.

"I was right," he announced once he'd swallowed. "Coffee cake." He licked the icing off his lips.

"Why you…" she growled and leapt at him like a panther. He evaded her easily, but she was relentless, coming at him again and again until she'd successfully tackled him to the floor. She playfully pounded on his chest with one hand while expertly holding the muffin out of his reach with the other. "How dare you steal my muffin!"

"You wanna fight?" he said. "Then try to deflect this!" He tickled her sides, making her laugh in a way he'd never heard before. She was so happy today. It was infectious, exhilarating even.

"Stop!" she squealed, barely holding onto the muffin now. It dropped crumbs everywhere as her hand jerked about, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Surrender the muffin and I'll stop this torture!"

"Katsuki!" she squealed, nearly crying with laughter.

"Better forfeit this fight!" he warned, fingers tickling her thighs now, eliciting even harder laughter.

"Okay, okay!" she wailed. "I surrender! Let there be peace, I beg you!"

He finally ceased in his attack, hands resting on her legs as they both heaved for breath. His fingers absentmindedly stroked the smooth skin there as they calmed down. It wasn't until that moment when he realized her dress was hiked up around her waist and he was touching bare skin. Her pale pink panties were on full display and matched the color of her cheeks when she reached the same conclusion he had.

She reached to pull her dress down to cover herself, but he gripped her hand in his to stop her. He stared at the space between her legs, which brought back the memory of the dream he'd had not that long ago. Aisla had been in his bed and he'd touched her wet sex with his fingers.

"Katsuki," she breathed. "Don't look at me like that…"

"Why not?" The sound he emitted was close to a growl and it took all of his will power not to move his fingers up just a fraction of an inch to touch her.

"B-because!" she squeaked. "You'll make me—"

A knock cut her off before he could hear whatever she was going to say. He blinked in confusion as he came back to reality, then shook his head to clear the fog that had settled there. He sat up with her still in his lap, noted the hazy vision mirrored in her eyes, then set her down on the floor. He stood up and took a deep breath before offering her a hand.

She gave a weak smile and took his hand, allowing him to pull her up as well. She smoothed her dress back into place, combed her fingers through her hair, then walked casually to the door.

"Hey, Mina!" she chirped through the doorway. "What's up?"

"Well, a bunch of us thought it would be totally fun to have a Valentine's party tonight!" The pink weirdo explained. "Are you in? Or are you doing something with your sweetheart later?" She peered around Aisla as if she could sense Katsuki's presence. She winked at him through the crack in the door.

"Um…I'm not sure what we're doing," Aisla admitted, "but maybe we can drop by for a little bit!"

Ashido clapped her hands. "Yay! You'll have fun, I promise! And you, too, Bakugo!" She added in Katsuki's direction. "Make sure you wear…" she paused, looked Aisla up and down, then nodded approvingly, "actually, you're perfect, girl! You're hot as hell!" She beamed then pitched her voice low to exclude Katsuki. "Make sure you dress that bomb of yours in something sexy, too, okay?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Do you mind?" he grumbled. "We're trying to have breakfast." He gestured at the muffin still clutched in Aisla's hand.

Ashido gave him a look. "Uh-huh… Didn't sound like eating to me. Sounded suspiciously like a tickle fight all the way down the hallway. Guess that was the neighbors." She smirked. "Oh wait, you're the neighbor, Bakugo."

Aisla choked on a cough, and when she spoke again, her voice was hoarse. "Thank you for the invite, Mina! See you later!" And the door was thankfully closed once again.

"Finally," he muttered.

Aisla arched an eyebrow at him. "You better behave yourself, Katsuki Bakugo," she warned.

He snorted at her attempt at dominance. "How about you eat your muffin before I do," he countered.

She grinned then took a huge bite. "Mmm. You're right, this is good."

He thought about pouncing on her again and making her beg for the food, but he decided to let her pretend she'd won this particular battle. He pulled out a cranberry muffin and took a bite of that instead, then licked his lips to clear the crumbs. "This one's better," he said through a mouthful of bread.

She giggled. "Let me have a bite!"

She lunged at him, but he held the muffin out of her reach. "No way, you won't share yours, why should I share mine?"

"You took some of mine without even asking!" she pointed out.

He shrugged. "Not my fault you're too short to reach it." He was at least five-inches taller than her, even when she stood on her toes.

She huffed indignantly and took another bite of muffin. She turned thoughtful while she chewed.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

She glanced over at him and blushed before looking away again. "Oh, nothing. I was just…thinking."

Katsuki wondered what the blush had been about. He wondered if she'd been thinking the same thing he had: What would have happened if Ashido hadn't interrupted them?

He choked on a bite of bread as his mind filled with inappropriate images. He couldn't be thinking about that right now. He still had a full day of classes to get through! And if Aisla made good on her word, he would soon be subjected to a Valentine's party as well.

"This is good coffee," she mused as she sipped the hot liquid. "Where did you get it?"

"From a café downtown run by a grouchy old man," he explained with an eye roll. He took a taste himself and had to admit that it was better than any coffee he'd ever had. He wasn't a huge fan of the stuff personally, but he wouldn't mind having a cup of this occasionally.

She smiled. "Oh, Katsuki Bakugo thinks someone is grouchy?" she teased.

He scoffed. "Hey, that guy was a real piece of work!" he complained.

Her grin didn't waver.

"I'm serious!" he insisted. "And he made fun of me!"

"Aww." She gave him a look of mock pity. "Poor baby. Want me to go yell at him?"

He pouted. "Maybe." He took another bite of his muffin and angrily chewed.

She gave him another of her sweet smiles. "Hey Katsuki?" He glanced over at her as he shoved the rest of his breakfast into his mouth. She waited for him to swallow before continuing. "Thank you for today. It means a lot that you would go out of your way to do something for me, even though I'm pretty sure you don't care about holidays like this."

He snorted. "I don't," he agreed, "but you do so I didn't want you getting mad at me."

She gave him a knowing look. "Is that the only reason?"

He averted his gaze. "Yeah," he muttered unconvincingly.

"I think you did it because you wanted to be sweet," she accused.

His face grew hot. "SHUT UP, I'M NOT SWEET!"

Her hands clapped together and came up to rest against the side of her face. "You're so sweet, Katsuki!" she trilled. "Please be mine!"

"NO." He turned for the door.

"No, wait!" She threw her arms around him from behind. "I really appreciate it," she repeated. "Please don't invalidate your intentions. It was really thoughtful. I mean it. And the ribbon is so pretty. I'm happy."

"It's time for class," he said but he made no moves to pull away from her. It was getting harder to do that, the more time that passed. He found himself wanting to hold her more and be held by her just the same.

"You're wearing the ring I got you," she noted, fingers twisting the band once more. He hadn't even realized her hand had found his against his waist. "Does that mean you like it?"

He stiffened, but then relaxed with a defeated sigh. "It's…you know…" Did he really have to say everything aloud?

"The best present ever?" she supplied. He felt her lips turn up into a smile.

He tried to hide one of his own but it was impossible with her around. "You wanna go now or what?"

"In a minute," she murmured, hugging him tighter.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to take in this moment, and the ones that preceded it. Even if nothing else happened that day between them, he would still be content knowing that they'd shared this time together. It was a day he would remember for years to come.

Thank you, Aisla…For being mine.

A/N: A little late for Valentine's Day, but when I started posting I wasn't really thinking about WHEN chapters would fall. So, all the holidays will be a little out of sync, I apologize! I don't have a ton of holiday themed chapters, but when I have something I want to do, I'll write a chapter for it. For the purpose of this mini arc, you'll just have to keep reading to find out!

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